We'd always been together yet we'd always been apart.

This is my sequel to the 'Shiver' trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater. Honestly, I think its one of the best sagas I've ever read. Forever was left on a bit of a cliffhanger so I wanted to kind of carry it on. If you haven't read the three books, I suggest you read them because they are amazing.


3. Sam


Cole St. Clair was already in the kitchen. He was making some stupid smoothie--one that contained orange juice, pure whiskey and other things I didn't want to even know about. Something stirred in me. Curiosity. But I was still so numb, so unfeeling, that I didn't want to ask.

"Sammy-boy!" Cole called, switching on the blender.

The smell of burnt toast reached my nose as I poked my head into the kitchen. It looked like a disaster site. It sounded pretty awful too. We needed a new blender.

"Cole, do you think that's safe?"

Cole, ignoring my worries, snatched the blender off of the electrical base and brought it to his lips. He waved it once in the universal gesture of 'cheers' and chugged it back. I crossed my arms across my chest, my weight all on one leg, and watched my lodger drink whatever disgusting concoction he'd created today. Despite having saved all of the wolves in Mercy Falls, he was far too head strong and arrogant to be an easily likable guy.

My point was only proved as alcohol and orange juice sprayed from his mouth and nose. 

"Sam, oh God, it burns!" Cole yelped, flailing his hands for a dishtowel. I grabbed one off of the counter, rolling my eyes, and handed it to him. He wiped the mixture from his nose and his lips, his eyes angry.

"I could've told you that that would be disgusting before you tasted it," I said, stepping back. If you weren't Grace, I didn't want you too close to me. 

Cole glared at me. "I knew it wouldn't taste nice--damn, I put raw eggs in it--but, God, that was like drinking straight bleach."

I cocked my head to the side. "And you would know that how?"

Cole shrugged. "NARKOTIKA had messed up after-parties, okay?"

Sighing, I looked out the window. The yard was bright from the blistering sun that seemed too high in the sky for only half eleven. I continued to stare into the borderline of the woods, wishing with all I had, that Grace would step out from its icy clutches.

I remembered the feeling of the cold. I remembered how it relentlessly seeped into my bones, streaming through my body, changing me into something I wasn't. 

Even though it didn't affect me now, I flinched.

"So," I started, not looking Cole. "Why were you trying to drink that? Have you not realized that testing out experiments on yourself usually involves you almost dying?"

He snorted and started wiping down the floor and island. "I read about it online. Its supposed to build up your body or something."

My eyes, which I knew unnerved people, flashed around. "Seriously? You're new fix is bodybuilding?"

"No, I just want to get ready for when the chicks come flocking round me." His voice was light and joking but he didn't wear any sign of happiness on his face.


We stood in silence for a while. The only noise was the sound of Cole dragging kitchen roll across the tiles, trying to mop up the spillage. After a while of not making any difference, I sighed and grabbed some of the roll and joined him. I did it more surely and, soon, there wasn't a trace of the awful orange-brown liquid Cole had tried to swallow.


He shrugged. "If you're having." That usually was his answer to any food-related offerings. He knew I never ate anything in the morning; therefore, he wasn't subjected to chomping on muesli.

When I started pouring out some of the leftover orange juice into a glass, Cole shifted uneasily and coughed.

"Sam. do know what today is, don't you?"

I already knew what day it was, yet his words still ripped a shiver from my body. 

"Yes," I replied. "Its the first day of the summer holidays." That's what the kids in high school were saying anyway.

"Ah-ha. Which also means..?"

"That its warm enough for the wolves to change back," I calmly chanted the ends of his sentences, like a well-learned nursery rhyme. I knew it wasn't the answer he'd wanted to hear; he had wanted to hear that it was warm enough for Grace to turn back. But I couldn't. I couldn't get her name past my lips. 

It was odd. Before, when I was younger, I'd been able to write lyrics for songs all the time. And when I met Grace, my eyes had been on her but somewhere, in the back of my mind, there was a part of me scribbling down lyrics for use later on. But once Grace was gone, once winter had taken her from my arms, the lyrics had stopped coming. It was like winter had frozen over the lyric-mad part of my brain.

It unnerved me.

"Well, technically, not warm enough for the wolves to change back," Cole commented. I turned and frowned at him. "I mean, just because the media labels today as the start of the official summer, doesn't mean that it is. It might not be until next week."

Cole was speaking jerkily, almost as if he were frightened. But that wasn't Cole at all. He was never frightened. Or, at least he never let on that he was frightened. 

"Cole. Calm down. I don't see why you're worried. Its winter you should be afraid of."

Cole had changed last winter but only for a while. Partly because he forced himself back into human skin--how, I had no idea--and secondly, because I'd drugged him and lain him so close to the fire that the tips of his matted fur had been singed. I felt bad for that. The change was bad enough but for me to infuse it, just because I was lonely?


"Winter," he mumbled. "Right."

I glanced at the clock. "I'm going to work. Promise me you won't make anything like that again. I don't want to come home to a drunk raving lunatic."

Cole smirked as I left the kitchen. I tossed back over my shoulder, "Oh, and Cole? I don't even want to know where that whiskey came from."

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