Chapter 1
Sam
Everything was calm, it was perfect. I embraced moments like this, because with all the chaos in my life I might not have many more moments this
peaceful. I could faintly hear grace singing in the shower. I grabbed my tea from the kitchen counter and settled down in the recliner on the other side of
the room. I pulled the lever which put the foot rest up. I had one hand laying across my stomach and the other one palm up of the side table. Graces
singing slowly died down. I heard her turn off the water and slow step out of the shower. Then, out of no where came a blood curdling scream.
Grace
I knew I was a beginner to this whole werewolf thing, but I thought I was getting control of changing. this was the first time changing felt so bad.
Everything seemed normal after getting out of the shower then, something inside of seemed to explode. My legs went limp and I clasped on the floor. I
was so sure I was going to die. I knew that this was the worst place to be dieing because if I had any chance of living it would be from Sam saving me,
but Sam won't go into the bathroom because of his fear of bath tubs. My body kept going into short spasms and every breath I took felt like I was
swallowing a million needles. It felt like I was being tased and whipped and stabbed over and over again. Eventually I lied on the floor and excepted my
own death.
Sam
It must have been a minute since the initial scream. I was out side the bathroom door desperately wanting to get in there and help out grace. But every
time I tried to open the door an invisible force field of fears and memories held me back. Finally I closed my eyes and pretended I was entering my
bedroom. What I saw was horrible. Graces was lying on her side with her knee's to her chest and she was shaking violently, tears were running down
her cheeks and she was whimpering and moaning softly. Towels were scattered everywhere and everything was soaking.
I moved in to action, I picked grace up, her body went limp in my arms. I took her into the living room and gently set her down on the couch. I grabbed
the blanket off the recliner I was sitting on and threw it over her. She opened her eyes. I knelt down beside her "grace," I began, my voice was urgent
yet calm "grace, what happened?" she didn't reply, she was still shaking and making moaning noises. "grace, I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?"
I tried to pick her up but she resisted. "please co-operate" I sat her up. Her moaning stopped but she was still shaking. "grace, how do you feel?"
her voice was faint "d-don't take me, I uh I thought I was going to change."
"do you think you are going to change?"
"mm no."
"okay, do you need anything?"
"tea p-please."
"are you okay now?"
"mmhhmm."
I went to the kitchen and put the kettle, which was conveniently all ready filled with water, on the stove.