Silver by Cheree Alsop Read Free Book Online

stomach hurt from laughing and the knife wound
burned like fire, but I felt a little better.
    Brock grinned at me. “See, it helps to talk
and throw stuff across the room.”
    I glanced back at the destroyed appliances
and dented stall. “We’d better get out of here before they come
asking questions.”
    “ Good idea.”
    We ran down the hall to our separate
classrooms, and I ducked through the door to Science. Two
werewolves glared at me, but I ignored them and took a seat in the
far corner. The werewolves weren’t the only ones who watched me; I
heard whispered descriptions of the fight told to those who had
missed it. Unfortunately, there was no need to embellish on the
details. My own aggression after the knife incident provided plenty
to talk about.
    I slumped in my chair and attempted to pay
attention to the teacher’s rehashed description of Photosynthesis,
a topic I swear had been beaten to death by middle school and did
little to keep me from reliving the fight in my own mind. The
details blurred but my knuckles pulsed at each remembered
connection with flesh; my side burned and adrenaline pounded
through my veins as I felt the knife wound again. It didn’t help
that the student in front of me had the fight recorded on his phone
and sent it to his neighbor, who unfortunately was one of the
werewolves I had pummeled. He glared at me, but the first student
gave me a thumbs-up.
    “ This’ll be all over the
school by lunch,” he whispered excitedly.
    “ Mr. Morrison,” the teacher
said in a threatening growl. “You better not be texting during
class.”
    The student sat up. “No, Mrs. Poller. I was
just making sure the new guy wasn’t lost.”
    The teacher studied him for a minute.
“Alright then.” She turned back to the whiteboard.
     
     

It was like that until lunch. Students
watched the fight and talked about it in, during, and between
classes. I saw myself wipe the floor with Chet's pack from several
different angles and heard accounts that made me sound like
Superman. I sat my tray down on the table next to Brock for lunch
and groaned.
    “ Bombarded about the
fight?” Brock asked. When I nodded, he smiled sympathetically.
“Hey, at least they realize you were there. The most I get is,
‘Good thing you were on his side.’ Very demeaning if you ask
me.”
    “ Very,” I mumbled into my
lasagna of questionable origin.
    I looked across the lunchroom and found the
Alpha wolf sitting in his usual corner with his pack around him. I
took a grim pride in the fact that several of them were bandaged
and bruised and shot glares in my direction. But when they saw I
was looking, they turned away and ignored me.
    I sat back and toyed with my food. Brock
glanced at me once in a while, but he left me in silence. Then
Mouse sat down.
    Mouse was small and scrawny like his
nickname. He had light brown hair and glasses, and brought a sack
lunch. Everything about him was puny, except the smell. He was
definitely a werewolf.
    At my surprised look, Mouse gave a minute
shake of his head. I stifled a laugh at the fact that Brock was so
interested in werewolves, and his friend who had been part of the
search for information was in fact one.
    Brock turned the topic to a new thriller
movie about vampires that was releasing next weekend, leaving me to
my own thoughts. I studied Mouse who kept his eyes on his peanut
butter and jelly sandwich. The boy looked sick but relieved that I
didn’t rat him out. When the bell rang, he hurried away. He avoided
any contact with Chet’s pack, which was also peculiar.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    “ Maybe they’ve decided not
to mess with you,” Brock said hopefully when we reached his house
after school.
    “ Maybe,” I said, but I
doubted it. They would probably take a few days to lick their
wounds and wounded pride, but two Alphas never lived peaceably in
the same city for long. Lucky for Brock, he told his parents about
the attack the other day in the alley but made it seem like