Sam

My memories started coming back to me as I reached the shed that Beck had set up for when we become human again. I was too far from the house to make it there without shifting again, there was still a bite to the otherwise warm spring air. It wasn't much but it was enough to make my stomach twist. As I got dressed I remembered the new female wolf that joined the pack over the winter. There was something else that happened and I felt like it was important but I couldn't focus just yet, not until I was warmer. Once I was dressed I headed to the house, watching for anyone that might still be in wolf form on the way. I let myself in the back door and called for Beck, hoping he was human already. What I wasn't expecting was a girl to come downstairs in answer to my call.

"Oh, you must be the new pack member. Is Beck home?"

The girl took a moment to respond, looking me over for a moment first and pausing at my yellow eyes like most people did. "He's out shopping, he should be back soon, it's been awhile already."

I could hear an edge of fear in her voice, possibly worried that Beck shifted and wasn't coming back? "Beck is always very careful to maintain his human form, he'll be back soon." It was strange comforting someone else about Beck, I was usually the one worried Beck might disappear.

Just then we both heard the front door unlock and rushed over as Beck came in, smiling as he saw me. "Sam! I'm so glad you're here, help me with the bags will ya? Stay in the living room Grace, it's a bit chilly out today."

Grace nodded and went to the living room as I followed Beck out to the car. "Is she the new female in the pack?"

"Yes, she shifted about a week ago, had to lock her in the bathroom the other night but no incidents other than that."

"Is anyone else back yet?"

"No, not yet. At the very least Shelby should shift back soon. Not looking forward to telling her she has to share her room now." Beck gave a soft chuckle. "Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and they'll become friends, Shelby could use a female friend instead of being surrounded by guys all the time."

"Beck, I feel like something happened over the winter but I can't seem to remember. Do you remember anything strange?"

"I'm afraid not, I have a hard time remembering much of anything. I vaguely remember us attacking Grace, glad we didn't kill her. Although it surprises me that we didn't kill her. I don't know how she got away. I haven't even thought to ask her, maybe you should talk to her about that. She still seems a bit skittish, having someone around her age to talk to might help." With that we brought the last of the bags in and Beck worked on putting the groceries away after giving Grace the new clothes he had gotten her which she took upstairs to Shelby's room.

I waited a few minutes before going upstairs after her. She was neatly folding her new clothes and putting them in the dresser, seemingly lost in thought while doing so. It was tempting to just go to my room and bury myself in my poems like I usually did, I didn't socialize with the others much except for Beck. But I still remembered what it was like being thrown into all of this, feeling alone and scared, only 6 years ago. I cleared my throat softly and she jumped slightly, looking over to where I stood in the doorway.

"Oh, it's you. Sam, right?"

"Yes, and you're Grace?" She nodded and went back to folding her clothes. "How did you escape?" I blurted out, not knowing what else to say to keep the conversation going.

She paused and looked at me again. "What?"

"I mean…" I took a deep breath. "You were attacked. We attacked you. But you got away somehow otherwise you'd be dead right now. So how did you escape?"

Grace's eyebrows furrowed slightly like she was confused by my question. "You don't remember? You saved me."