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When Sam met Grace, he was a wolf and she was a girl. Eventually he found a way to become a boy, and their love transformed from curious distance to the intense closeness of shared lives.
That should have been the end of their story. But Grace was not meant to stay human. Now she is the wolf. And the wolves of Mercy Falls are about to be hunted in one final, spectacular kill.
Sam would do anything for Grace. But can one boy and one love really change a hostile, predatory world? The past, the present, and the future will all collide in one pure moment - a moment of death or life, farewell or forever.
a wolf. I think that would please her.” All around Shelby’s body, the grass was smeared and spattered and stained with red. I didn’t know how far away Cole had died. Was this his blood? Sam was swallowing, looking at her, and I knew that he saw past the monster to something else. I couldn’t. Koenig muttered something about needing to make a phone call and moved off, giving us some distance. I touched Sam’s hand. He was standing in so much blood that it looked like he had been wounded himself.
with a beer bottle and put you in my trunk. Will that make you feel any better?” “If you stand farther away, maybe,” Rachel said. “I’m sorry, Sam, but I watch TV. I know how these things go.” I pressed my fingers into the bridge of my nose. “Look. Call my cell phone. It’s in the car. She’s in the car. She’ll pick it up and you can talk to her yourself. You don’t have to get anywhere near it.” Rachel pulled her cell phone out of the side pocket of her backpack. “Tell me your number.” I recited
somewhere else. “Two percent is a nice compromise between skim and whole, if you’re having problems deciding,” I said. I kind of wanted Sam to ask me about the Mustang, to ask what the hell I was doing with it. I was thinking about Isabel, about shifting into a wolf for the first time, about the black sky pressing against the windows outside. Sam said, “We’re running out of time, Cole.” The electronic bell of the QuikMart door opening kept him from saying more, or me from answering him. I
pee before I finally turned out my light. One year, though, as I left my room, I heard — something. I still don’t remember what it was about the sound that made me pause in the hall. Something about it was out of place, unfamiliar. So for the first time, I silently padded past the bathroom toward where Beck’s bedroom door was cracked open. I hesitated, listening, glancing behind me to make certain I wasn’t being watched. And then I took another soundless step forward so that I could see into
behalf; the idea that he’d ever hurt Sam seemed so impossible when he was actually in front of you. If this was how conflicted I was after only meeting him a few times, I could only imagine how Sam was feeling. “You don’t have time to hear that whole answer,” Cole said. “Short answer: because she was bitten and chickens come home to roost eventually.” “Okay, then, third question,” Beck said. “Can you cure her?” “The cure killed Jack,” Sam said, the first words he’d spoken. He hadn’t been