"I can tell," Derek affirmed. "And...it's just how I was raised, I guess. I know other packs are different, other...species. But for us, slaves are pack. They protect us, and we protect them. That extends to you, for however long you're with us." Whether she ran away, or Eterna found out and dragged her back, whichever came first.
"And I wouldn't say that it makes it better, to think that your mother was bitten without her consent, and then either died from the bite, or killed herself. That's not...." The werewolf exhaled, because talking was never easy for him, and especially not something like this. "I may have said that the only good Argent is a dead Argent," he admitted. "But if you can believe that not all Masters and werewolves are the same, I might be willing to consider that not all Argents are the same."
"And Isaac would be the last person to hurt you," he added. "He's a werewolf, but he's also my slave. It's...complicated. Believe me I know how it looks, to be a werewolf and have a slave who is a werewolf, but I'm honestly not sure if Isaac could function without a Master at this point." He wasn't sure why he was telling Allison this, but if she was going to meet Isaac, she should know about him. "He was...hurt. Badly. And for a long time. Think Eterna, but worse."