AN: I am officially insane. I'm currently writing not one series, now I am writing three. But Maggie Stiefvater sure does know how to hook a girl. I'd been after this book for maybe five months now when I finally purchased it three days ago, and began reading it yesterday (July 2nd, 2010) and finished it. I'm in love seeing as the wolf has always been my favorite animal. I love this book, and I am impatiently waiting July 20 for Linger. So here it is a short series of one - shots/drabbles of Shiver or Linger (once read) I will set a small goal: 25 chapters. If I reach this goal and continue to write, then I will increase it at small intervals.

Disclaimer: I do not own any plot-lines, character names, or anything else associated to Maggie Stiefvater's book Shiver or Linger.

Enjoy!
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Grace
35° F

I lay in my bed, blinking my eyes constantly. They were dry, but that was normal lately.

I wonder what Sam… Oh Sam…

I stood up from bed and walked towards the window, placing a palm on it. Where are you Sam?

I couldn't help the tears that spilled. It was my fault that he was lost, dead… I killed him because I was selfish, because I wanted him for myself. I couldn't bear the thought of only seeing yellow eyes peering out of the woods, following my every move. But because I was selfish, I had nothing now.

I had not spoken to Isabel today, and Olive was asleep downstairs on my couch. Today was my day to regret.

I watched the woods through my window, carefully, scanning every crick and corner. I sighed and walked away. It had been three days, and Jack, Jack is on his death bed and he was infected as a human, my poor Sam…

The doorbell rang. I waited to see if maybe Olive would get it, but the doorbell rang again persistently this time around. I walked towards the door, in the PJs I wore the last night we slept in each other's arms.

I opened the door, a delivery man standing before me with a small box. "Delivery for Grace?" He muttered barely looking up, looking down at his clipboard.

"That's me."

"Please sign here." I did as told and he handed the box over and ran back into his truck.

The package was light as I carried it to the kitchen table. I pulled out the scissors and opened the package, a stormy colored wolf with golden eyes stared up at me from the box. My heart tore, a necklace wrapped around his neck. A heart shaped pendant.

I reached in, staring at the pendant, "I have always watched you, and now I get to hold you. I love you, Grace. –Sam"

My eyes watered as I unwrapped the necklace from the makeshift Wolf Sam. I held it in my hand and Olive was in front of me, "Here, let me help you."

I hadn't notice that she was up. She placed it around my neck, closed the claps and smiled sadly.

I held the Make Shift Sam and smiled back at her as I headed towards the backyard; I sat on the porch and looked out to where the gold eyes always peered back. I looked down at Make Shift Sam and whispered "You always watched over me, and I always watched over you, and now when I need you most you're gone… and it's my fault. But I did it because I love you and I was so selfish…I risked your life because I wanted you for myself I couldn't live with just your eyes on me, I needed all of you…" I started to sob then. "I just wanted you here with me."

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Sam
35° F
I finally woke up today in the make-shift shed that held some of our clothes. I felt tired and cold, my naked body on the cold floor.

I smiled, it had worked. Grace was right, she had found the cure.

I pulled out my bin and pulled the sweater and jeans on, I then laced on the old sneakers I owned. I jogged towards her house picking up the scent of tears as I edged nearer, the sound of sobbing. I picked up my speed as I stared through the trees. Her blonde hair covered her face, a small wolf in her lap.

She had received it.

"Sam, I'd do anything to see your gold eyes staring out at me, anything at all. I don't care if we had to live with you as a wolf, I'd be okay with that, as long as you're with me somehow."

I smiled sadly. My poor Grace, how long had it been? It was all a blur, I remember fear as blood was injected into my body, I remember bolting out a door, running towards my familiar woods, her voice calling out my human name, and then I felt pain and sudden heat, and that's when I crawled into the shed and slept.

I walked forward silently, careful as to not make any noise and I sat beside her, she continued to cry.

"Angel?" I tried again as I had once, it still suited her, but angels didn't deserve to cry.

She looked up suddenly, her eyes widening.

"I'm here angel, I never left." She continued to stare, as if I were a ghost. Had I misinterpreted her words? Did she prefer me as a wolf? Did she no longer want me to be human, to be Sam?"

"Say something, please." I whimpered out.

She threw herself onto my lap, and with that she didn't have to say anything. I wrapped my arms around her securely as I kissed the top of her head repeatedly. "I'm here, I'm here." I whispered, to assure us both that this wasn't some cruel dream.