I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.

Forever?"Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie."Longer.

Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands into fists. Finally I took the guitar that Sam had played and I screamed and smashed it into pieces on Dad's desk.

He was every angel and every devil.

I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.I won't let this be my last good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper cranes of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

Sigue siendo un secreto si a nadie le importasi el hecho de saber no cambia las cosascomo vives, como sientes y como respirascon todas las cosas que sabes de mí.

Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt.""How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

Quería, anhelaba... anhelaba tener más recuerdos felices para colgarlos del techo, tantos recuerdos felices con aquella chica como para llenar el techo, el pasillo, la casa entera.