Isaac's POV
I sat next to Oliver at the funeral. He was gripping my hand even though he was still mad at me about our fight two nights ago. I understand he's mad, but doesn't he need me though this?
He squeezed my hand, tighter, then he got out of his seat. I followed him, knowing that he definitely needs me right now. He wiped his face from tears as we walked away from the funeral that had barely just begun. Once we got in the woods, he started to take his pants off.
"What're you doing?" I whispered.
"I wanna go for a run. Come with me."
I nodded, taking my clothes off. I folded them and set them against a tree. I felt the heat in my body and the fur pop up on my body. My canines lengthened, my claws extended, and my vision cleared up. I looked up and saw Oliver waiting for me in his
