A/N this is a story based on the Shiver series. It takes place after Forever.
Sam's POV
Grace was sitting in a wooden chair by the door with a look of determination on her face. She was wearing a robe, even though it would do no good after she shifted. I don't know why, but I just didn't want Cole to see Grace naked. Cole stood in front of her with a needle in his hand and another waiting on the counter. One filled with meningitis infected blood, the other a drug that would make Grace rip apart into another body.
I thought of lyrics that would ease the pain of not wanting to let go.
Letting go of a moment
To get the rest of our lives
Letting go of a word
To get the whole book
Exchanging something small for something bigger
"You ready?" Cole asked Grace as the needle hovered about the inside of her elbow. Grace nodded and took a deep breath. Cole started to count.
"3…2…1." And Cole plunged the needle full of infected blood into Grace's arm. Grace flinched. Cole retrieved the other needle and gave her a couple seconds to recover. Grace, smart as always, stood up so she wouldn't knock the chair into one of us when she shifted.
"Ready." She said to Cole. A sheet of sweat was already appearing on her forehead. The meningitis was working fast. Cole started to count again.
"3…2…" I cut Cole off, suddenly panicky.
"Wait!" I half shouted. Cole turned around and looked at me with and annoyed expression on his face. I stepped towards Grace and he stepped back to give me some room. I knelt down in front of her and took her hands in mine.
"I want to do this, Sam." Grace said as she squeezed my hands.
"I know." I said as I closed my eyes. I could feel my eyebrows knitting together.
"But you don't know if you want me to be ready." Grace said, reading my mind.
"Sam." She said forcefully. Something in her tone made me open my eyes.
"I don't want to have just summers with you, Sam. It's just not enough. I'm going to make it, your living proof. I trust Cole." Grace said, staring into my eyes. She was starting to breath more heavily, the meningitis already working away at her. Even if I didn't want her to leave, I knew she needed to be a wolf just to survive this dang disease Cole put into her veins not moments before. I took a deep breath.
"I'll be waiting, Grace." I told her.
"I know, I love you." She said. My breathing hitched despite myself. Grace just didn't need to say those words, but I guess she was starting to realize that I needed to hear those things.
"This isn't goodbye." Grace said, a confident look on her face.
"Call Isabel for me." She instructed. I nodded my head, mentally checking make sure I knew her new phone number in California. I moved back to the door reluctantly, a hand on the knob so I would be ready when Grace turned into a very frightened, out of place, wild animal. Cole stood in front of Grace for the third and final time.
"3…2…1!" he said. Cole scrambled away as Grace's body recreated itself in a matter of seconds. I wrenched the door open, staring at the gray wolf with brown eyes trembling in front of me.
The wolf bolted out the door, stopping half way to the woods. She looked back, Grace's wolf eyes meeting my human ones. Grace finally turned away and trotted into the forest, My heart went with her.
