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"Hi this is Grace and you've reached my voicemail. Leave a message or just text me like a normal human being, yes I'm talking to you Uncle Chris." The resounding beep was all Chris heard. It was the 10th time he had tried his nieces cell with the same results. He had not thought anything of her text the night before that she would be staying with Ella. It wasn't unusual for her to stay the night and he hadn't been worried.

When she had not called or texted the next day, he had become a bit concerned. It only increased when he had gotten a hold of Ella, who told him Grace had texted her that he had needed her and she hadn't seen her since the game the night before. His fingers moved over the screen, stopping over one name before dialing.

"Chris, is everything ok?" Scotts voice sounded worried and tense, the same way Chris was feeling in that moment.

"Grace is missing. I got a text from her last night saying she was staying at Ella's. Turns out Ella got a similar text. I've tried her phone a few times and nothing." The long pause on the other end didn't help as Chris's pulse started to race. "Scott did you hear-"

"Liams missing too. That can't be a coincidence. I'm at the school right now looking for him. I'll call you if I find out anything I promise." Chris closed his eyes, his hand tightening around his phone.

"Keep me posted and I'll do the same." Quickly disconnecting the call, he moved towards his study, an array of guns already laid out. Grabbing one of his handguns, he checked the barrel, seeing it fully loaded. He quickly loaded his duffel with any other weaponry he thought useful. He couldn't just sit and wait for Scott, he needed to do something.

Passing through the hall way, his eyes stopped at a photo that hung up, the smiling faces of Allison and Grace starring at him before he hurried out the door.

The sun had only been gone for an hour before the numbness started to settle in. She felt it first in her toes, feeling it creep up slowly through her body the longer she was in the water. What worried her was when her body started to shiver. She had remembered learning about the effects of hypothermia last semester. First it was the uncontrollable shivers, which would soon lead to shallow breathing and so on and so on.

Liams hands ran over her soaked back, trying to give Grace some type of warmth. He had somehow not succumbed to the frigid water, chalking it up to the whole werewolf thing but he couldn't say the same for Grace. He looked down at her as she clung to him like a life line, her head buried against his neck, trying to get warm anyway she could. He felt her body trembling, could hear her teeth as the clattered together.

"Hey, Gracie, you got to keep your eyes open for me ok. You can't go to sleep on me." His hand cupped her cheek as he noticed her eyes slipping shut. Running his thumb along her cheek, he nearly flinched at the touch of her skin. She felt colder than she had an hour before.

"I'm so tired Liam..I just..I want to sleep." Was her only response as he felt her head loll against his shoulder.

"I know, I know but you cant go to sleep yet. Ok Scott and your uncle, they'll find us ok. Your going to be fine." He stroked the wet strands of her hair back, gazing down at her pale complexion. He knew time was running out for the both of them. His eyes glanced up, landing back at the opening of the well. It mocked him. He had been so close to climbing free, to getting them out of here when the rocks had given out on him. He had tried a few more times, the end result always hitting the water, harder and harder each time.

His eyes looked down when he heard a small whimper. He watched as Graces eyes welled up with tears. "I don't want to die Liam. I want to..be strong...but…I'm not strong enough. I'm not like my uncle…"he felt his heart ache at her sobs, "I'm not like Allison."

Shushing her, he pulled her body closer, trying desperately to give her any warmth he could. "Don't say that ok Grace. Your stronger than you know. I saw that in the locker room. You weren't scared to get near me when I could have easily killed you. And you're not going to die, not down here, not like this.

His eyes immediately looked back up to the opening, a renewed determination sparking through him. "I'm going to try and get us out of here ok. I'm going to need you to take your shirt off. Were going to tie it to mine and your going to climb on my back. I'm going to secure you and were going to climb out of here." Grace had wanted to protest, she didn't think he would be able to climb up with the both of them. She knew the longer the wolfsbane was in his body, the weaker it would make him.

He did not wait, carefully stripping her shirt from her body as he did the same. Tying the two garments together he worked Grace around his body. He coaxed her arms around his shoulders as her legs did the same around his waist before wrapping the makeshift rope around the both of them, securing it tight on to front.

The climb up seemed to take longer this time with the added weight and Liam's weakening strength. He kept climbing, slipping every now and again. He started to worry when he felt Graces hold slackening. Pressing his head against the damp bricks, he felt his anger pulse through. Anger at Scott, while small, for dragging him into this mess, anger at Garret for kidnapping him and Grace and most of all anger at himself. They were both going to die and he couldn't do anything about it. Derek had been wrong on his observation. He wasn't stronger, he was still as weak as he had been.

The scream echoed in his ears. He felt it against the bricks, feeling the vibrations through his fingertips. He had directed it up, letting every pent-up emotion he had raging in his body out.

"You…you can do this Liam..I know…y—you can." Her voice had been faint against his ear. He felt a new wave hit him, surging through him with renewed energy. He moved his body, counting his trek. He could see the opening closer, the broken boards within perfect view. The light from the moon washed over them, Liam knew he was close. Reaching his hand up, he felt his heart plummet as the bricks started to give way. No, he was so close. His hands scrambled to take purchase, but Graces weight on his back was dragging him down. This was it.

Liam had expected the cold water to have enveloped them by now. Opening his eyes, he looked up, seeing a hand gripping his outstretched arm. He moved, using the side of the wall as leverage as he helped Scott pull him and Grace out of the well.

"Oh my god Grace." Chris moved forward as Liam quickly untied her from him. Shrugging his jacket off, he quickly wrapped it around his trembling niece before scooping her into his arms. "She's going into shock. Scott, we need to get her to the hospital and him to Deaton now!" Scott was on his feet, supporting a grimacing Liam as the four hurried to Chris's SUV.

After getting the two settled in the back, Chris peeled out of the preserve, speeding down the road. The animal clinic was a quick stop before the hospital as Chris hurried down the roads. Liam had moved towards Grace, carefully pulling her body against his.

"S-se-see, I t-told you." The shaking smile was a welcome sight for Liam as he returned it, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.