"And you weren't willing to try, to let us try." Isaac watches Stiles on the bed, eyes taking him in. There's changes, the ones that come with being a wolf, but his scent is mostly the same. He'd never had any doubts that Stiles was attractive, but the bite had enhanced certain features and he's downright beautiful now.

Isaac hadn't expected all of his buried feelings to come back so hard so fast once he'd seen him.

"I wasn't... I wasn't willing to risk rejection. I wouldn't have been able to handle it." And neither would his wolf, but he ignored what that might mean.