It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything other than give in to the rage, the hatred, the desire to kill and destroy. But his words spoke to the human part of her that still hid inside, and her posture relaxed a little as she looked at him. She didn't look so much as if she was ready to spring and attack him, and her eyes gained a small amount more of humanity.
She was afraid. She was terrified to give into this because it would be so easy and yet so disastrous. It would be far easier than fighting it, far less painful. Maybe she could become a coyote again and get away from everything that was so confusing and so painful and...
But she looked at Isaac and her shoulders fell, because looking at him brought back memories of what was good about being human. She remembered not just the amazing experience of having sex with him, but the friendship that was growing between them. She'd never had a friend before. And she didn't want to hurt him. She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing her claws into her hands as blood dripped onto the floor from her injuries. She looked up at him, her eyes brown again, although she was clearly struggling with keeping control of herself. Her face was tight with the effort of it.
"I don't want to be alone," she said, and her voice was more Iike Malia than it had been. "I'm tired of being alone."
She too a step towards him, her eyes locked onto his.