I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look.
Maggie Stiefvater
Do you feel better? I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me. Yes, he said. He was still a terrible liar. Good, I said. I was still a fantastic one.
grace sam
grace wolves
Holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.
grace sam cole
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.
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