A/N: really, this just came to me in the middle of the night like a majority of my other fics for Shiver and Linger did…
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Sam's POV
Waking Up Demons
I bolted upright in bed, knowing just now that all my worst nightmares had come true now that Grace had gone wolf.
Shelby had just come to mind and I realized that of Shelby figured out that Grace was Grace, we'd have a few problems. Shelby would want to kill Grace because Grace was what kept me wanting to be human. And Shelby didn't want me to be human. Shelby wanted me to be wolf. Shelby wanted me to be her mate as wolves, alphas the both of us to the other pack members.
And if Grace knew in her wolf form that Shelby was Shelby, maybe she would stay away from her. But no. Shelby would figure it out through the scent and through the newness of her. Shelby wasn't stupid. But I sometimes wished she was.
Grace was in trouble. When they both woke up for the spring, they would both go back to the house. They would both wake up in the shed. They would both recognize each other.
And when that happened...
I looked at the ceiling, the birds overhead looking like shadowed ghosts, haunting the air above me. And I ran my fingers through my hair.
Shelby could kill Grace. It hadn't occured to me until now, but it hit hard. Grace would fight back in her still unstable form. And only as a wolf could Grace even think of even challenging Shelby.
Maybe they wouldn't know each other in wolf form. That had to be my best hope. Because if it kicked in that Grace was Grace, Shelby would be mad. And she would begin her hunt for the new wolf on the block. And when she hunted, I knew she was just about as lethal as Isabel's father with a rifle. And he wouldn't hesitate to kill either of them.
The most dangerous part of both of them being wolves would have to be that they're both human and wolf at the same time as each other. And without me to put up barriers between the two, there was no stopping the possible warfare that would ensue. Because I wasn't a wolf to help them and when they were human, I couldn't always be around to save one or the other. And I'd need to be around to save them. Especially when they were human.
Grace wouldn't be able to fight off Shelby. Not when she was focused on the kill. Not when she was intent on damage. Grace wouldn't be able to keep her away and keep her from attacking and keep her claws from killing.
I guess it'd be horrible to be fighting for your life over a dumb thing. I guess that dumb thing is me. Shelby wants me and Grace is now in range to be a target over the position beside me for when I go wolf or when they're cured. It just depends on when things work, I guess.
My heart is still racing from this sudden knowledge and I flip on my bedside lamp, the paper cranes overhead shadowing everything in stretching darkness reigning across the far wall. I looked out the window. The moon was still high in the black sky, stars twinkling in vain.
And I realized at that moment what summer did. The heat was waking up demons.
A/N: there you go. 'Waking Up Demons'. Please review!
~Sky