"Not when I wolf out," Isaac promises, having looked in the mirror once and been taken aback by how absolutely wrong he looked when he was a wolf. It's like none of the humanity had translated through. "I mean, I know I'm pretty good looking. Being a werewolf kind of helps with the whole confidence thing," he says with a shrug. "Also, I think you might have ripped out half my hair," he complains, even though he's sure she hasn't.

It's just raw as anything and he reaches up to touch some of the curls, wincing when he forgets that it's a whole lot different than what he remembers.