Grace.
My eyes stay firmly locked on my window, watching the world of Mercy Falls speed by the vehicle as we drive. I do my best to avoid looking over my shoulder or in the rear view mirror. I slip once or twice.
Definitely twice.
It's hard not to stare at the boy laying half unconscious in the backseat of Isabel's car, that's for sure.
His eyes are what really fascinate me. Gold, like my wolf. So strikingly similar to my wolf, that it just isn't plausible. All his features and mannerisms scream out 'wolf' to me. Everything he does, it reminds me of him.
Impossible.
Pull yourself together, Grace. I think to myself sternly, all the while attempting to convince myself that the strange-yet-weirdly-familar scent radiating off Sam is just a figment of my overactive imagination.
I catch Isabel eyeing me suspiciously out of the corner of my eye. I arch a questioning eyebrow at her, for some reason not wanting to break the silence by calling her out. Well, it's mostly silent, aside from Sam's ragged breaths that seem to get more and more unstable.
"You know damn well what," Isabel snaps, her voice the equivalent of an atomic bomb going off in the car. "Who is this guy, why were you two staring at each other like some sappy romantic couple in a Lifetime movie, and why in gods name are you taking him to your house? Are you insane?"
I don't reply, mostly because she has a valid point. I mean, in his defense, he obviously isn't much of a threat, given that he's most likely our age, hurt, and the fact that if he wanted to hurt us, he probably could have done it by now.
"We couldn't have just left him there." I say quietly after a moment of silence.
"Sure we could have!" I can practically taste the venom spewing off her words. "It's called: put your foot on the pedal and drive away like a normal person."
It's beyond me why she's acting so harsh. As unsentimental as Isabel can be, under normal circumstances she wouldn't react to helping a guy stranded on the side of the road as the first gunshot to start World War III. In addition, it isn't like she's all about going home so soon.
I am so caught up in my thoughts and the conversation that I almost don't hear a strangled noise coming from the backseat.
Almost.
I turn as far as my seatbelt will allow in my seat to see what's happening with Sam, and an audible gasp escapes my mouth.
Sam's face is contorted, his eyes squeezed shut as he grips the edge of the seat with one hand for dear life, the other clutched around his stomach, as if holding himself together. He is convulsing violently, the scent of the woods stronger than ever.
"Isabel..?" my voice cracks, the sight of the struggling boy undeniably horrifying, but I can't seem to pry my gaze away. "Sam?"
An eye opens, and my heart cracks in half at how pain-stricken and mournful he looks. Sad eyes. My wolf. I swallow the lump in my throat.
"What's wrong with him?" Isabel demands, the car now halting to the side of the road once more, although she doesn't turn around to look, her fingers wrapped around the keys dangling from the ignition.
"Sam?" I ask again. "What's going on?"
He feebly reaches for the door.
"Tell us so we can help you!" my voice rises with desperation. I look at Isabel pleadingly. "What do we-"
The sound of leather tearing cuts me off.
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I Just Want You to Know Who I Am | shiver fanfic
Fiksi Penggemar[DISCONTINUED] She didn't even scream. I remember her brown eyes glazed over, her chest rising and falling harshly with memory of breathing, clinging desperately to the bits of humanity she still had within her. I wouldn't let my pack kill her. Not...
