Grace's POV
Grace was so perfect and small next to me. Her blonde hair sprawled across the pillow, soft of snow. Her brown eyes shine as they hold their own little sun's, next to my sad eye's they broke into pieces, I didn't want to look away. They broke me, I couldn't stand it. Grace saw my discomfort and looked away. I wrapped my arms around her small body, she pulled her arms to her chest and closed her eye's
"Sam Roth, I love you" she whispered.
"I love you too, Grace Bistane" I whispered back. Slowly I worked my hand down her stomach to her hip's. I tried to memorize every inch of her body. Every inch of her perfect body. I closed my eye's and laid my head on top of her ever so lightly. Sleep came easily.
The next morning I woke to see no grace in bed. I Rolled out of bed to see where she had gotten to. I wondered to the bathroom to see if she had shifted. When I had found she wasn't there I went into the kitchen to find a note. Her beautiful handwriting scribbled on a small piece of paper.
Morning,
I have to go to town to run a few arrens, be back in a bit. I cooked you and Cole breakfast and there's coffee made in the library. See you in a little while.
love,
Grace
I tucked the note into my Pocket and wandered over to the stove. I found toast, sunny side up eggs, and bacon. I then wandered down to the library and found coffee as she had promised, I poured my cup and walked back up the stairs and plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. Minutes later grace walked into the living room shivering. In her hand she held four books. I could tell from the spine two of them we're mysteries and the other two we're Rilke book. She slid onto the couch next to me and handed me the two Rilke books. I carefully ran my finger over the spine of each book and flipped to the first page of one of them. The crisp turning of the page made me smile even more. Grace Laid both books on the table next to me, and looked to Grace.
"Do you like them?" Grace asked.
"I love them" I responded. She very lightly kissed me, as if I might break. I didn't know this grace, I didn't know this Grace that was careful when she kissed me. I started to quote a Rilke poem that went something like this.
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
I stroked her hair ever so lightly and pulled her close. Her hair smelled like her new lavender soap. I could still smell the hint of wolf left in her from her shift. She had showered since shifting but the wolf tingled on her skin, waiting to take her away from me. Cole slowly sloshed onto the other couch and groaned. He really needed to put on clothes… but at least he put on pants.
"Awwwww.. The love birds" Cole cooed. I picked up the pencil laying on the table next to me and threw it at him. It hit him is the stomach and bounced off, rolling under the couch. He gave me a hurt look.
"Wow Ringo, Thanks, just what I asked for. A pencil to the stomach right after I wake up." He laughed. He rolled over a shot a smile towards grace. She politely smiled but I shot him a look that said ''I will kill you if you ever do that again, shes mine, back off" and then I smiled back.
"Crap!" Grace yelled with a sudden jerk. She shot up off the couch and ran for the door. "No, I won't shift and leave without you Sam, I won't!" She hollered. She was shifting fast. It was snowing. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Moments later I heard her whine at the bathroom door. It was too much to bear.