A/N: I was bored in class so I started writing this little short descriptive piece thing, and when I was finished, I realized how much it related to Shiver. So I've decided to write it out so that it's slightly longer and actually has meaning. This is set during one spring, when Grace is, say, 15? I dunno. But Sam and Grace haven't actually met face to face yet, just to sum it up. ENJOY, K?
-Grace-
Once again, on impulse, I trudged into my back yard, watching. Just watching. Waiting for some kind of movement or sign that he was there. I felt obsessive and weird towards my wolf, and that's an example right there. But today was different; today I felt like I needed to see him. I need to see him to feel okay, to feel safe. And that's really how he always made me feel. Ever since that night. Ever since.
My eyes studied everything curiously and hopefully, such as the crumpled leaves floating in the dirty rain puddles, and the steady, slow breaths of the sleeping stray cat on my back deck. The crisp, cold air nipped at my skin. I shivered, a brief breeze of wind lifting my air through the air delicately. Glancing up at the empty, gray sky, I curled my toes so they dug into the damp, damp ground, the slimy grass tickling the bottom of my bare feet. A sudden loud, crack startled me. It was like a pile of twigs were stepped on, snapped in half; and that's exactly what it was.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the army of trees, fixing my eyes on my large, beautiful, wolf stalking around the edge of the forest. A shudder ran up my spine as I hugged myself, clutching at the fabric of my thin sweater. My wolf's familiar, golden eyes bore into my dark, most likely wide-with-alarm ones. Sucking in a quick, quiet breath, I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my short breath. I counted to three slowly. My eyes flew open.
He was gone.
A/N: Probs the shortest thing I've written, but yeah... :P