The Wolves of Mercy Falls

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Linger by Maggie Stiefvater

Chapter 47

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane.

There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all.

And this one loved her back. he loved her back so hard that even the things that weren’t special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant forever.

Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying good-bye behind a cracked windshield.

A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam’s smile.

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.

It was a life I didn’t want to forget.

I wasn’t done with it yet. There was so much more to say.

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