Sam.
My eyes scan the room, my heart seeming to lurch its way into my throat.
Grace and Isabel stand in the middle of the living room, their eyes expectant. Cole raises his eyebrows at me, and shrugs his shoulders, holding his arms extended in a what-are-you-gonna-do-guess-we're-kinda-screwed gesture.
I gnaw on the inside of my cheek, contemplating how to approach this situation.
I wish I didn't remember shifting in the back of Grace's car. That would make things so much easier.
My eyes keep wandering to Grace, to her long bronze hair, her twinkling eyes, the girl that I've spend years upon years studying from the safety of the woods. Now, I can smell her, see her, everything. And there are no woods for me to hide in. No boundries.
Grace is here.
My heart throbs in my chest as I fumble for words.
"Well, glad we're all here." Isabel claps her hands together, breaking the silence, the clap breaking through the tense atmosphere. "Now how about we get some answers?"
Cole and I exchange a look. When he seems to realize I am at a utter loss for words, he chips in. "Confidential, sweet pea. You might want to talk to our manager."
Beck. What would Beck do?
I rack my brain for thoughts of Beck, the man who has been a father to me for the past eight years. The man who raised me, helped me cope with this life, accepting me when my parents pushed me away. He would know exactly what to do.
Unfortunately, I am not Beck.
"Listen here." Isabel's voice grows more irritated with each passing second, her eyes spewing venom in Cole's direction, though he seems unfazed. "We watched What's-His-Nuts over there--" --she points to me-- "change into a wolf. And I want to know what kind of sick shit you're trying to pull here."
No one says anything. Grace and I keep making eye contact, until her long lashes flutter away when she catches me watching her.
I shouldn't have been so reckless. That's all there is to it.
I shouldn't have went out to the bookstore, especially in this weather. I shouldn't have accepted their ride.
I can feel Cole's eyes burning holes into my skull as he waits for me to make a move. However, I don't look at him. I close my eyes, inhale a deep breath, gathering my bearings, then begin to speak.
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I Just Want You to Know Who I Am | shiver fanfic
Fanfiction[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...
