Forlot: Silver Woods - Book Fifteen

Chapter Twenty-Six

Were you expecting Joan and Lorraine to be lying on the ground unconscious? I, as well as my sister, expected the same thing, however, that thankfully was not the case.

My best friends were sitting at two desks and had their hands clasped together on the desk. They had on big smiles. Dixon and Danny did not touch them yet. And yes, we checked all around their necks. No bites.

"Hi, Sam. Hi, Silver," Lorraine spoke. "May I ask what you two are doing?"

"Doing some checking," Silver replied. "We need to get you and Joan out of here. Out of this school."

"Why?" Joan questioned her. "Is the school having a fire drill or something? 'Cause I know that the intercom in this classroom is busted."

"Do you not mean the word 'broken'?"

"No. Busted. I know that the word 'broken' is grammatically correct, but I have been wanting to break out of my comfort zone. Dixon and Danny are teaching me and Lorraine slang words."

I blurted, "Drop the slang words because Danny and Dixon desire to change you."

Lorraine tilted her head in my direction. "What are you talking about? They are just teaching us new things. No harm done."

Silver forced Joan from the desk and said, "I wish that I could agree with you in any case but this one if they, along with Darius, were not real vampires."

I may not have great eyesight like my younger sister, but I was able to see Joan's hairs rising on her arms. Her glasses became crooked as if some invisible force touched them, and her teeth chattered.

"V-vampires?"

I comforted her as Silver helped Lorraine from her desk. "I am afraid so," I said sadly. "Darius, Danny, and Dixon are vampires, and that is not even the worst part."

She straightened out her glasses and glared at me. "There is more?"

I opened my mouth, but not a peep came out. I knew her character. Joan had mild anxiety. It would have been severe if she were not receiving good therapy. If I confessed to her that there were more vampires, her anxiety would take control, and she would faint. The last thing that my sister and I desired to do was to carry her.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a fire alarm on the wall and said, "Remember when you mentioned if the school was having a fire drill, Joan?"

"As plain as day. Why do you want to know?"

"You were correct. There is a fire drill!"

I managed to smash the glass with my bare fist and activated the fire alarm. Loud, immediate rings filled the building, and the sprinklers switched on and covered the hallways and lockers with water.

"What the heck, Sam?!" Lorraine exclaimed angrily. "Why did you pull the alarm?! You will be suspended!"

"Being suspended is the least of my worries," I commented. "We do not need any teachers or students to be bitten by the vampires."

She rolled her eyes. "You have lost your mind. There are no such things as—"

She was cut off by a low growl. Silver's growl. My sister had transformed into her wolf form, and none of us humans witnessed it. None of us witnessed it. Gee, how gullible are we?

"Yikes!" Joan shrieked. "It is the white wolf!"

"It is not just any silver wolf," I corrected her. "It is my younger sister."

"First, the vampires. And now, a werewolf," Lorraine stated. "What is next? A ghost?"

If you are familiar with how the fictional world works, you would know that when a character says the famous "What is next?" phrase, whatever they guess to see would usually come to haunt that character or characters. I do not want to make this book sound predictable, but a ghost did appear.

The ghost appeared in front of us and was floating a few inches above the floor. It was a girl ghost. She was the color of white with blue outlines and seemed to be wearing a long dress with long sleeves. Her white hair was flowing in the air, and there were no pupils in her eyes.

Lorraine threw up her hands. "I give up."

I shielded my eyes with my hand. "Who are you?"

"I am the ghost of Nova," the ghost answered. "I am here to assist you three. After all, I do not want to watch any of you suffer the way that I did." She motioned to Silver. "If you wish to live, please get on the wolf."

I climbed on top of my sister first and helped my friends up. All the while, Joan and Lorraine could not believe what was occurring.

"So our suspicions were correct," Joan grumbled. "Silver truly is a werewolf."

"Man, I wish that I was dreaming," Lorraine muttered.

With Nova's ghost tagging along for the adventure, Silver dashed on all fours and got us away from the school and into Silver Woods. Her speed was so rapid that I had to hold onto her fur.

Silver halted in her tracks and motioned for us to get off. We immediately did and shook our heads hard, drying off our hairs as much as possible. The silver wolf scooted away from us and shook her whole body violently like a dog would.

My clothes were completely soaked from the sprinklers, and so were Joan's and Lorraine's. Silver slowly returned to her human form and was drenched too. The claws sank until they were nothing more than normal nails. The silver fur faded into the skin. The sharp ends of her teeth were no longer pointy.

My younger sister walked towards us. "Sam?"

"Yes, Silver?"

"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate water?"

I let out a faint giggle. "Nope," I teased. "Knowing how much you hate baths and showers, I would have never guessed."

That is when I saw him. We saw them. Darius and Dixon and Danny.