Malia was so relieved to see him that she didn't even speak as she let him lead her upstairs and into his room. She sat silently on his bed, worrying her lip as she looked out the window at the quickly darkening sky. It wouldn't be long now before the full moon overwhelmed her, took away her reason and broke the tentative grasp on humanity she'd fought so hard for.
When Isaac spoke, she looked at him, her eyes flashing blue for a moment as she did.
"Angry," she said. "At everyone. Everything. Even you. This feeling...I want to chase things. Kill them. Tear out their throats and lick away the blood." She made a small sound, clearly yearning for just that. "I want...I want to kill and run and chase and tear and rend because I'm strong and because I can."
Her voice had gotten quoted and more frightening with every word until by the end it was nothing more than a growled whisper. Her eyes met his and for a second they were even less human than usual. But just for a moment.
"You have to tie me up, Isaac. I'll hurt you too."