Literary Lovers Mash-Up: Grace & Sam Uley

We are sharing entries from our second-annual Literary Lovers Mash-Up Writing Contest — which offered you the chance to combine two romantic heroics from different books. We’ll be featuring all of the qualifying stories over the next few days, so check back periodically for all of these great submissions! Participants will also be receiving a set of Novel Novice bookmarks!

Today we have Sandy L.’s story, featuring Grace from Shiver and Sam Uley from The Twilight Saga:

I was desperate, searching for any sign or hint of him in the woods while simultaneously destroying any remaining evidence of him from sight. Dad completely freaked out at the sight of the broken guitar, shattered pieces of wood scattered around me, but all I could do was hold myself to keep from shivering out of control.

How could I possibly explain to them the loss I had faced? The missing need that would never be filled as long as Sam was gone?

I could only watch as the other wolves, wolves I recognized but did not know, weaved I and out of the trees. Black shadows skittering between the leaves. I covered my ears when I heard their howls at night, cringing at the thought that Sam was among them.

The same Sam that was warm, and gentle, and everything I was not.

I didn’t explain when Dad asked questions, just grabbed my coat and headed outside. And as soon as my feet hit the cold air, I was running. The howls grew quieter, quieter, quieter still – I had to chase after them, in fear that they would disappear completely into the forever.

But when I grew weary, when I stopped running, when I found myself alone in the woods – well, I realized how pointless this all was. How long would I keep running around in circles, trying to find him again? Trying to find my heart again? Even if I tried to push it aside, tried to take control of my life again, the loss I felt still lingered.

I fell to my knees, crashing into a pile of snow. I sat in a clearing, illuminated only by the light of the moon. I felt so exposed sitting there, but I didn’t move.

Something snapped behind me, and I quickly jerked around to see exactly what. There, in the thicket of the woods, I caught a dark shadow moving behind me. I turned around slowly, eyes straining to focus on what it was. The figure seemed larger than a human, maybe the size of a bear…

“Sam?” I asked quietly.

The beast stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the light.

A wolf.

I searched its eyes, but they were not the ones I knew.

“You’re not Sam,” I said. But then the wolf moved its head, as if in response to my comment. I rephrased. “You’re not… my Sam.”

The wolf gave me one long look, then began to turn away.

“Wait!” I cried, hurrying to my feet and stumbling after the wolf. It didn’t turn, but when I tripped over my feet it glanced back at me. I got up again, slowly, carefully, and held out a hesitant hand towards the wolf. “You’re not my Sam… but your eyes… they look just as sad as his.”

The wolf came closer, nearer to me than it had before, and bowed its head down.

I buried my hands into its fur.

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