Liam's POV
Scott releases his claws from her neck
She collapses.
Like a dead corpse.
I find enough strength to stand up. im half way dont healing. I'll be fine.
Hayden,however? Not that big of a chance.
I wobble over to her and hold her head in my hands.
She looks so peaceful.
She looks like Grace.
Not dark Grace, or Void Grace, or Seer Grace.
She looks like the Grace I fell in love with.
The Grace I will always love.
"It was what had to be done." Scott says, voice sort of quivering.
"Oh My God..." Stiles rustles his hands through his hair, pacing at what just happened. Paige is dry mouthed, and Cassidy has tears in her eyes. Hayden is still limp bodied, laying bloody behind Grace. The sheriff is now here. He's walking up to Scott and The others.
I try to tell myself it will be okay.
I tell it to myself over and over.
Malia is now over by Hayden, checking her pulse. My eyes are still glued on Grace, squeezing her lifeless hand.
"It's weak, but it's there." Malia says, and Stiles lets out a breath. Paige shakes her head and Cassidy squeezes her eyes shut. I rest my forehead on Graces hand in holding.
"Please wake up, please wake up." I pray into her palm. She doesn't move. I moan and kiss Her on the forehead.
"True loves kiss isn't going to solve this!" Malia says, now standing by the others. I answer, annoyed,
"I know that!" It comes out as a shout and Malia shrinks a little. I keep asking Grace to wake up. Nothing happens.
She already looks pale. Her eyelashes have tiny water droplets on them and her lips are a grayish color. We all wait eagerly around her. I'm too scared to check her pulse. I don't want to confirm what we are all thinking.
"Liam," Scott urges me. I know what he means by that. He knows I have to check her pulse. I look at him, then back at peaceful Grace. I take a deep breath.
I put my ear to her chest, but I'm so nervous I don't stay there for long, snapping my head up immediately as I put it to her heart. I finally do what I need to do. I put two fingers to her neck.
I go dry mouthed.
I feel tears.
I have lost my voice, and my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I look up at Sheriff Stilinski, lump in my throat, tears on my cheeks,
"No pulse." I choke and clear my throat, but it didn't help. I kiss her hand one more time and officially confirm it,
"She's...dead."
