Liam's POV
Her core rose up to the ceiling, then slammed back down against the metal. thud. Cassidy squealed, Malia stepped back, Scott jumped. I was still right by her side, squeezing her hand. Deaton nervously checked her pulse, and slumped down in disappointment.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Liam." He rubbed his forehead and after a moment, Malia and Cassidy left, red eyed and all.
Scott walked over to me, and put a hand on my shoulder, red eyed as well. I know He feels bad. He feels sorry. But he had to do what he had to do. Im sure he knew pricking her in the neck might kill her, right? Did he really do the right thing?
If he didn't, she'd kill us.
She'd kill us.
Not the Grace I once knew, the void Grace. The fox.
Scott did the right thing.
I think.
"I'm sorry." He finally speaks as He shook my shoulder and wiped his eye. I didn't know they all cared about Grace this much. To cry. He then left. It finally soaked in.
We lost her.
She's gone.
"I'll leave you alone." Deaton said, patting my shoulder. He left the room, taking one last glance at Grace as he did so. He made a sighing sound. Probably disappointed Barum didn't work, or he failed. Or maybe because the sad thought a member of our pack is gone. gone. forever. I lost it.
I started crying, head in Grace's hand. It didn't feel cold, but it didn't feel warm. I'm shaking. Ever since Grace became void, I would think the same thought over and over. I love you back. I say it out loud to her,
"I love you back. I always have, I always will." I then go back to crying, squeezing her pain.
As I do, something odd happens. I look down at our hands, and a black tint goes through my veins. But that's not all. It's also white. Black and white strings flow through my veins. I raise my head a little. As I'm looking at this strange act, I hear something. Something in my head.
Liam...Liam-
What's going on? I don't take my hand from hers. I keep holding it, squeezing it, then finally, the black and white threads stop flowing, and I can't take my eyes off of our hands.
"Wha-" A finger slightly moves. Just slightly. Is this my imagination? I shake my head. No. She's dead. We read her pulse. Stop, Liam.
"Grace-" I whisper. My grip loosens just a little and I feel light headed. Just then, I fill with both surprise and joy.
Her eyes flutter open, and she gasps for air. She starts choking.
"Grace!" I exclaim. She's breathing heavily and I take my hand from hers, moving to her head. "Grace! It's me, Liam!" She sort of makes a raspy laugh,
"I know that, goof." I look into her eyes as I help her sit up.
She's back.
She's normal.
She's alive.
