POV: Grace
Red. A dusky, murky red was swirling all around me. Red and black and grey.
"Grace," a voice said.
Where was that voice from? I thought. It seems so familiar.
"Grace."
Sam. Oh god, that was Sam's voice.
"Sam," I called out into the darkness. "Sam, where are you?"
"Grace."
I reached out, searching for something. I was searching for the dark hair, those yellow eyes, that strong, woodsy smell.
"Sam," I said as my fingers brushed something. Fur? I didn't know.
I pulled it close to my face. The smell. The smell of pine, definitely pine, and fresh rain was there.
My eyes opened, or at least I thought they did.
Instead of the deep red color, I was staring into white fur. God, Shelby.
I screamed and snapped awake.
"Grace, go back to bed," Isabel moaned. "It's not even seven yet."
I didn't. I just sat on the floor in my sleeping bag for forever. I didn't go back to sleep. I couldn't. I knew that Shelby would be there.
Instead, I just stayed awake for five hours, waiting for Isabel to come back to reality. God, that girl can sleep.
Sleeping over at Isabel's house only a week after Jack's death wasn't one of my best ideas, if I ever had any. It just brought back the horrid memories more.
Jack's blue fingers flashed through my mind. His pale face. The hazel eyes that would never be seen on a grey wolf ever again. Shit, why did he have to die? And why did he have to take Sam with him? It's not fair.
"How long have you been awake?" Isabel asked, still half asleep.
"A while," I answered.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked again, not liking my answer.
"A few hours."
"God, go back to sleep. You never sleep."
"I can't."
She didn't say anything for a while. "Do you think he's watching us?" she asked. "Jack?"
"Maybe." I looked around the room. I didn't really believe in ghosts, but it did get a little bit colder after Isabel mentioned it.
"He never knew," she said after another few minutes.
"Never knew what?"
But she didn't answer. She was asleep again.