[Allison watches him with wide, questioning eyes, the glow finally fading from them as he leans into her hand, catches her wrist...she gets the sense he'd touch her the same way, and she'd be pleased for him if not for the shame wafting off of him...revulsion, unrest, anger.

She brings her other hand to his face, gently turning his head to look her in the eye, running a thumb along his cheekbone.]

Isaac...I'll be careful, I promise, but I have to try. Maybe all he needs is a second chance. Knowing that someone believes in him, will care for him the way an Alpha should.