Haiii so I've been writing this for a while, I've got like quite a lot of chapters pre-written for this. But for now im just putting out the promo/ prologue whatever you want to call it for now :)

I love the story shiver by Maggie SSsteifvater, Idon'tt know if any of you have ever read it. But its amazing and I have decided to adapt the story into a channy story :) s that's what I've done

this promo-prologue is almost exactly the same as the one from the actual book so its a bit different from my usual style, the rest of the story will be all my own work x

so with no further delay: shiver

disclaimer: nope don't own anything, not swac, shiver or anything. Since when did anyone think I do?

Sonny's pov

I remember lying there in the snow. A small warm girl going cold, surrounded by wolves. I felt them lick me, bite me, tear at my skin. There was probably some heat, coming from the faint sun. but I felt no benefit because whatever heat it was giving was blocked by the fur of the wolves, pressed tightly around me. Their fur was coated in a thin layer of ice which cracked and glistened when they moved. They smelt funny, a musky scent of wet dog and burn leaves, pleasant and terrifying at the same time.

If anyone else would have been in my situation, they would probably have screamed. But I didnt. They would've fought and struggled. I didnt. For some reason I don't remember I just lay there and let them hurt me, let them draw blood from my hands and my neck, the only bits of exposed skin they could reach since I was wearing a thick coat and jeans. I just let them do it, while I watched the snowy-white sky turn Gray and dark above me.

I don't know how long I had led there before one of the wolves pushed his wet nose into my hand and let it rest against my cheek,shadowing my face. His eyes, blue flecked through with gold, stared straight into mine, even though the rest of the pack was pulling me this way and that, fighting for my flesh hungrily.

I held onto my gaze with those blue eyes, flecked through with all shades of yellow, gold and hazel. I didnt want him to let go of the eye contact either, and he didnt. Against every animal instinct in his body he stared straight into my eyes. I wanted to reach out, grab hold of his ruff and never let go. But my hands stayed curled on my chest, my arms frozen to my body.

I couldn't remember what it felt like to be warm.

But then he was gone, his blue-gold eyes tore away from mine and I was lost in a world of cold. There was no light, just wolf wolf wolf. I was dying and I knew it, but I still didnt do anything, I just lay there and waited for it to happen.

But I didnt die. I was lost in the sea of cold and then reborn in the world of warmth. Not knowing how I got there again.

I remember his blue-gold eyes

I thought I'd never see them again.

Chad pov

[same thing but from his pov]

they snatched a girl off her tyre swing in the back yard and dragged her into the woods, her body making a shallow track in the snow. From her world to mine, but I didnt stop it.

That winter had been the longest, and coldest by far, for at least as long as I, or anyone else could remember. Each day stretched onwards with the pale yellow sun not radiating any heat I could feel. Day after day under that pale, worthless sun drove me nearly insane. The hunger- oh the hunger that burned and gnawed at your stomach- was unbearable. Some of the pack-members had tried stealing peoples rubbish, but the rest of us froze in the woods, slowly starving to death. Until they found the girl.

They snapped and bit at her first, fighting to tear into the kill first. I watched them from a few paces away. I watched their flanks shudder with the pleasure of it. I saw their muzzles streaked with red. Still I didnt stop it.

I was high up in the pack- Devon and beck had made sure of that- so I could've moved in immediately, but I just hung back trembling with the cold, my ankles in a mound of snow. The girl, she smelt so human, warm, alive above all else. What was wrong with her? If she was alive, why wasn't she struggling? Why didnt she fight back?

I could smell her blood, a warm, bright scent in the dead cold world of winter and wolves. I saw Trevor's fur twist and jerk as he ripped at her clothing and skin. My stomach twisted painfully- it had been weeks since I had eaten, since I tried to hang onto my dignity by not eating someone's rubbish and leftovers. But then, in that moment I wanted to push forward to stand next to Trevor and pretend that I couldn't smell her humanness or hear her soft moans and see her shake when a wolfs sharp teeth pierced her fair skin. She was so small and weak underneath the packs wildness, the same pack that was trying to exchange her life, for theirs.

With a snarl I pushed forward, past Trevor while he growled at me, but I was stronger than him, despite my starvation and youth. Devon stepped to my flank to back me up. I stood there on all fours next to her while she stared up at the endless grey sky with distant eyes. Maybe dead. But is till pushed my nose into her palm, her smelling of sugar and warmth reminding me of another life, while I still smelt of musky wolf.

Then her eyes caught mine, alive! She look straight at me, eyes holding mine with such terrible honesty that I backed up, recoiled, starting to shake again- but this time it was not anger or cold that racked my frame.

And in that moment everything changed. Her life was now my life. Nothing was going to be the same

the pack then fell back from me, wary. They growled at me when they realised I was no-longer one of them, and they snarled over their prey. All my memories came pouring back into my mind as I remembered who I was. But the only memory that mattered was the one of her. The most beautiful girl I ever saw. A tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I saw it, I saw her, in a way I'd never seen anything before

and I stopped it.

COMING JANUARY 2011

so there it is. What do you think? Please review and tell me if I should continue with this :)

love

Riona

xx