resubmerged.

    the sound of footsteps already has isaac bristling;;  lips curling the slightest
     to reveal fangs,  claws digging into long since battered floors.  he’s  already
     preparing to attack before he realizes that is dae. upon realizing that it’s not
     a THREAT, that this is pack approaching,  isaac almost immediately stops. 
     irises flick up towards dae, focus on her  & stay locked upon her frame.  he
     nods, but each inclination is a rather slow thing, as if he’s DELIBERATING
     over each nod being a good idea or not.

             ❛ yeah, of course i know that. ❜

     the words are BITTER.  they lay upon his tongue like thick wine, but taste
     like venom  &  he hates it, hates that this is happening. hates that pack is
     something he has learned to snap at pack members,     at his once-alpha. 
     isaac has never been the DEFIANT kind,  oh no.   he’s always been more
     than  happy to follow  (  with some exceptions, of course  )  &  to protect
     to  the best of his abilities. yet now, now he’s grown bold,  he’s grown  to
     have some ability akin to bravery.    he has lost those he’s grown to care
     about & now, now he’s furious & wants to take control of his life. & that’s
     not all that he wants, oh no! he wants VENGEANCE.  he wants the blood
     of those who stole his loved ones away form him on his hands.

             ❛ it’s just a matter of figuring out what we’re going to do.  are we just
             going to run in with bloodlust & fangs & pray to god they wave a flag
             of SURRENDER & apology? i don’t think so. so we sit here. & we’re
             going to wait. we’re going to plan. then we’re going to win. ❜

         she can hear and feel the anger in his voice as it vibrates off the
         floor where she stood,  it runs up her legs and to the very tip of 
         her spine. everything he was feeling, she felt too. the aching
         grief combined with anger, the need for revenge. the weight of
         it all has settled in the pit of her stomach and it makes her feel
         sick, something she’s unable to simply heal from. it takes little
         effort to push it aside so that she could focus on isaac, the very
         last of her former pack.

                                she wouldn’t fail him like she had everyone else.

         lips purse together as features form a look of concern, she won’t
         say it out loud, but she’s worried about him. 

         in one swift movement she’s sitting on the floor beside him, leaning
         back against her arms as they support her weight. despite how eager
         they both were to feel closure, to break free from the alpha pack, it
         would be stupid to retaliate out of pure anger. like isaac said, they
         needed to sit, wait and plan. with a subtle tilt of her head she’s looking
         at him, almost as if she’s waiting for something to happen.

                                              ❛ ——– tell me what you’re thinking. ‶

          it hadn’t been more than a week since the big fight happened in the
          living area of her home, both sides left injured and some even dead.
          the smell of blood still lingered on the walls and floors even after it’d
          been cleaned up, just a painful reminder of who they lost, who they
          failed to protect. her eyes drift to the large window as her lips part,
          a long and tired sigh expelling from her lungs.

          deucalion had isaac and her tied up by strings, using them like toy
          puppets when the time best suited him, and to join the alpha pack
          willingly after such events would be weak, would be to admit defeat,
          and even though it seemed like they lost, she refused to tuck her 
          tail between her legs and roll over.

          dae finally makes her way up the stairs to the spare room where
          isaac retreated to, quietly stepping inside with arms crossed and
          her back to the door frame. the silence is an obvious sign that
          she has no idea what to say, and even if she did, it wouldn’t help
          ease the sorrow weighing him down. a moment passed and she
          finds the push to step forward, closing the space between the two
          of them.         

                                  ❛ we can’t just sit here, you know that right? ‶

                                                    ——- they had to do something.