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theprettybeta (theprettybeta) wrote in paradisolog,

Isaac didn't want to be angry. His anger scared him, he reminded himself of his father when he was angry and that was the worst thing that Isaac felt he could turn into. Being a werewolf was one thing, growing claws and fangs sharp enough to tear someone's throat out was intimidating still to this day, but becoming his father was becoming a monster, and he felt like he was inching closer and closer to that every single day.

His temper had him on edge and Isaac had to get out of his shelter before he snapped and said things that he knew he would regret the next day. Malia was asleep, and Isaac wanted nothing more than to get some space because he was getting pushed closer and closer to his breaking point and he didn't know what would happen when he reached it. Chris was here now, and Isaac was so grateful. Jackson was here now and, despite a rocky beginning, he truly did consider the other werewolf a friend. Derek was here, and although it was still complicated, Isaac cared about him. But this wasn't something he could talk to any of them about, because Isaac just needed to be angry, and he knew that Lydia could understand that. Chris would try to make him think clearly, Derek was Malia's cousin and Jackson had no idea what the hell was going on so far. Lydia got it. She had been here the entire time. She got everything.

He stalked his way over to her old shelter barely paying attention as his mind raced and his jaw tightened, and he walked into the structure with a duck of his head as if he was going to war. Anger practically radiated off of him, every muscle was tense and his eyes weren't glowing, but there was a yellow hue to them that he hadn't realized was there, and it wasn't until he looked up and saw Lydia sitting on the bed that he stopped abruptly where he stood and stared at her for a few seconds. God, why was he doing this? Why was he dragging poor Lydia out in the middle of the night because of his problems? She was pregnant. She should be sleeping. His shoulders slumped a little and his eyes returned to their normal shade of blue, although the tension in the rest of his body stayed.

He didn't get closer just yet. Instead he lifted a single finger to hold before him, suspending his hand in the air between them, and when he spoke his voice was wavering in the quiet calmness that he was so desperately trying to hang onto. "I am going to go fucking insane, Lydia."