Caspian:
Many years Ago:
“Happy birthday to you,”
“Happy birthday to you,”
I heard my sister's giggle and saw her clapping as she brought out the cake. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled as she brushed her short black hair and beamed with a wide smile.
"Make a wish," she urged, sitting beside me on the blue couch, dressed in a black outfit.
I closed my eyes and wished for her happiness. She wasn't just my sister; she was also a mother figure to me. My actual mother passed away when I was just a few months old. My father, for some unknown reason, didn't disclose her death to anyone. He kept her body in his room, or rather, he preserved her corpse in his bedroom until the pack members started noticing a foul smell.
My sister was only around twelve at that time, and she had to persuade m
