Forlot: Silver Woods - Book Fifteen

Chapter Thirty-Six

On our way out of the woods and into town, I could not help but stare at my younger sister. We were walking next to each other, and she never noticed that I was looking straight at her. The reason that I had my eyes glued on her is because I was thinking. I was doing some comparison.

To think that Silver is my sister. My adoptive sister. She is also a werewolf and had been only desiring to protect me throughout this book. I could not believe it. No, I was already used to her being a werewolf. Being in a cave that is swarmed with werewolves will cause logic to fall from your brain. And no, it was not because we were not related. Who says that girls have to have the same blood to be sisters?

I could not believe that the girl next to me was kind and brave. Until my best friends and I discovered that Silver is a werewolf and her intentions, I always figured that Silver was nothing more than a bully and a dummy who despised me and the people whom I surrounded myself with. I had never seen her smile. I just came to the conclusion that she was depressed. And whenever I needed her assistance or wanted to help her, she would give me her cold shoulder and put me down.

Now her actions made more sense. No, I am not excusing her for what she put me through all my life. But now that I had knowledge of what she truly was, it would be easy to forgive her. I hoped that she and I would be close since that she had nothing else to hide from me, and something told me that would be the case because my sister was smiling.

This was the same girl who was cold to me? Who gave me heck?
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At first, Silver did not look at her or shake her hand. Then, she took a quick glance at her...and slapped her arm.

"Ow!" Joan instantly pulled back and hugged her poor arm.

"Hey!" Lorraine called my sister out on it. "That was not a kind thing to do."

I could not believe that Silver had done that and demanded to know why.

She did not say much. She just said, "I do not want to be friends with a couple of losers."

"They are far from losers," I defended. "Joan has the highest grades in all her classes, and Lorraine is the president of the junior club."

"I do not care!" she snapped at me. "I would rather befriend a group of man-eating wolves than them!"
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Wait. That sister-to-sister love at the hospital. That was the only time before my friends and I found out about her secret that we bonded.
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It was my sister, Silver. Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were filled with fear.

I narrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "Look who decided to show up," I said.

That was when Silver did something that I did not expect. She had not done this to me in years. She scrambled up to my bed...and hugged me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as close as she could to her. Her stomach was heaving, and I heard sniffing.

"I am so sorry," Silver apologized. "Really. I am."

What was she apologizing for? For being cold to me for who knows how long?

"Why are you sorry, sis?" I asked. "Are you sorry for not treating me like a sister?"

She grasped my shoulders. "I am the reason that chandelier fell."
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I gasped. The chandelier! I thought that I forgot that. I did for a while, but I guess that it was deep in my memories.

I placed a hand on my sister's shoulder, and Silver shifted her head and smiled at me. She asked if I was alright, to which I replied that I remembered the chandelier falling on me. Her eyes grew wide.

"You finally remember after all this time?"

"Yes, Silver. I was thinking about our relationship and how you treated me for years. Out of the blue, I remembered the chandelier in the gym. I also recalled that you blamed yourself for it. And now that I know the truth, I can definitely see why."

She was going to respond, when Margie announced, "We are here."

The five of us were in front of a house. Actually, it was more than a house. It was a mansion that seemed like that it could touch the sky.

"Oh, wow," Joan said. "So this is where the boy lives."

Margie nodded. "Keep in mind that this is not his mansion," she stated.

"It is not?"

Margie did a couple of knocks on the front door. We waited for what felt like an eternity before we overheard a female voice say, "I am coming!"

The door was pulled back, and standing in the doorway was a girl who looked to be in her teen years. Her skin was a mix of white and black, and her hair was black and tied in a ponytail. She and Margie knew each other.

"Hi, Margie," the girl greeted. "It is nice to see you."

"Nice to see you too, Cindy," the Monster Protector said. "Do you and Caleb have time for some visitors?"

"Absolutely. You and your...those are your friends, right?"

"Yep. Do not worry. They are good."

"That is good to hear, Margie. Get it?" She giggled at her own joke. "What I was going to say was that my parents are not home, so all of you came at the right time."

Cindy held the door open for us and motioned for us to come in. We did so, wiped the bottoms of our shoes on the mat, and piled into the living room. Two other people were in the living room as well. A boy and a baby.