Chapter 7
POV: Tamara Davis
Tamara woke up by the golden sun rays passing through the large glass windows of where she was lying making her eyes shut once again. She was about to move when she felt her entire body ached she whimpered.
She was just thankful that she could feel she was lying in a soft and comfy bed not on a cold concrete floor or filthy ground.
“Don’t move and stay still, you needed to rest.” A tender soft voice made her eyes snap wide open she wanted to scream suddenly because of the anticipating flashes of what happened to her in the court room instantly became clear in her mind.
She was welcome with a woman with a wavy auburn hair that wasn’t familiar to her.
The woman was simple but perfectly gorgeous in her plain white shirt and navy-blue jogger pants matched with white and black high-cut shoes!
She got a glass of water with a straw in it giving it and assisting her so she could drink.
Her throat was dry, and she was thirsty she mouthed ‘thank you’ to her.
“No worries,” she answered, and sweetly smiled at her.
Tamara could feel her strength returning fast that she could already move her arms and neck her eyes widened in surprise.
She heard an angelic chuckle from the woman who’s sitting in front of her.
“That’s normal. Werewolves heal faster than usual.” She amusingly explained as if she had read her mind.
She tried to get up, and the woman assisted her as she leaned on the headboard of the queen-sized bed where she was lying.
Her forehead creased as she looked around the room was fancy and neat. It had a glass chandelier, and the curtains were maroon tailored pleats matching the carpet on the floor.
There was a huge wooden closet on the right side of the room with a vanity table and matching chair beside it. There was also a closed door near it that she guessed was a comfort room.
Her gaze went back to the woman who was smiling at her letting her adjust herself to the room.
Her head throbbed and Tamara held it and massaged it gently, making her eyes shut.
Suddenly her heart beat quickened as she instantly opened her eyes, again wide ajar when she remembered about what happened in the court trial.
She turned into…
Her eyes were so wide open, and she covered her mouth with her hand when realization hit her.
She was a werewolf!
Something inside her jolt and making her restless.
“W-Who are you? Where am I? W-What happened?” She asked, rattling off because of sudden panic.
“Oh, my bad. I’m Shahara Vikesh and you’re in the Lunar Pack Mansion. You’re safe now, so please just be calm or else you will have a forced shift again.” She answered with a friendly voice.
“Lunar Pack Mansion? Forced shift?” Her brows furrowed trying to remember where she heard that, and to grasp what she was trying to explain to her.
“Yes. Lunar Pack Mansion is where the Lunar Pack was living. Forced shift means you will be controlled by your inner wolf, and you’ll be shifting in your wolf form again.” Shahara patiently explained to her.
Tamara held her temple again feeling problematic as she tried to comprehend everything that she’s saying.
“Don’t stress yourself too much. I know that you’ve been through a lot, and we are here to help you. When you’re ready and totally healed, we can talk about it again, okay?” She clarified to her using her approachable tone.
Tamara didn’t feel any bad things towards Shahara she felt lightened instead she seemed so friendly and nice.
“Thank you,” she said her voice gruff and low.
A sudden knock on the door echoed in the room, interrupting them.
“Yes?” Shahara boringly asked
“It is me, Benson, milady,” a familiar voice laced with dullness made her mouth agape.
“B-Benson? He is here? Yes, I was with him. He’s alive.” She breathlessly said.
She was thankful at least it wouldn’t hunt her conscience about what happened to her.
“Come in,” Shahara ordered her voice was soft, yet it was laced with authority and power.
“Milady,” Benson called Shahara and slightly bowed his head, then looked at them.
She was right based on Benson’s actions Shahara was someone who held power and authority in Lunar Pack whatever that was.
“Tamara,” he acknowledged her presence and nodded at her.
He was still the same Benson she met in the forest no reaction at all and wearing just a plain and blank face.
She just smiled embarrassed about her actions the last time they saw each other he just nodded, then looked at Shahara.
“Alpha Lorenzo and Luna Rania were looking for you. They were in the study room.” He politely informed her.
Shahara heaved a deep sigh.
“Fine. Tell them, I’m coming.” Shahara answered while crossing her arms in front of her chest and rolled her eyes upwards.
Benson bowed down once again and without words dismissed himself before them. The moment the door was closed Shahara pouted.
“Well, they already looking for me, so I need to bounce up.” She said while shrugging her shoulders.
“You could ask anyone if you needed me, alright? There’s a guard in every hallway, so you will never get lost. If you’re ready, you can tell us don’t hesitate. I will be back later for our brunch because it was already past ten… well, that is, if they will not give me a task to do. If so, a servant can deliver food for you here so you can get rest as long as you need it.” She carefully filled her mind as she eased herself.
“You can use the clothes in the closet don’t be shy it’s all yours. The bathroom is there,” she pointed to the closed door at the right side of the room, “it was already complete with toiletries,” she added, and smiled genuinely.
“Thank you,” Tamara said with her hoarse voice truthfully grateful.
Shahara just nodded and she was shocked at her abrupt and gentle hug.
“I’m grateful to the moon that you’re already here.” She said in her sweet low voice, then immediately moved away and smiled at her.
She was about to react when she saw unshed tears in her eyes, and she instantly bid her goodbye and immediately left her alone in the room.
Tamara was left dumbfounded.
What just happened?
She confusedly shrugged it off for her mind was filled with questions dying to find answers.
She needed to gain her strength and fast so she could talk to her again.
***
POV: Shahara Vikesh
After her brief conversation with Tamara, she went immediately to the study room where her parents were based on what Benson told her.
She couldn’t contain herself and suddenly hugged Tamara. She knew that she was now confused about how she reacted. She was so giddy and excited that she was finally here with them.
She opened the study room and found her parents sitting on the dark brown and beige sofa drinking tea while their gaze suddenly snapped at her.
“So, how was she?” Her mom instantly asked her as she plopped down on the single sofa across from them.
“She was okay, Mom. Her bruises are swiftly healing, and she’s gaining strength faster than I thought.” Shahara gave them a knowing look.
Lorenzo let out a deep sigh while Rania smiled with relief.
“You both know we need to proceed with the plan, right? We cannot immediately put her to where she belongs and what she truly belongs.” The Alpha firmly reminded them making Shahara and Rania roll their eyes.
“Then, create a convincing story, then. I won’t participate in your lies, Dad, even if it means it’s just a white lie.” She hardheadedly told him.
“It is for her own good.” Lorenzo seriously stated making her try to understand his reasons.
“Yeah, yeah. As if I had a choice,” Shahara being a stubborn woman just said.
“Enough, you two. Just act accordingly and stop debating.” Her mom leered at them.
Shahara pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest while her father just sweetly smiled at her mom.
Just plain gross she thought.
***
POV: Tamara Davis
It was already late afternoon, and she couldn’t wait to ask for Shahara’s whereabouts. She was feeling okay now after eating her lunch brought by a servant.
She had already taken a cold shower and freshened up. She was glad that the clothes in the closet were plain and simple, just like what she wanted she wore a plain black V-neck shirt and gray denim pants.
The servant informed her that Shahara was out to do something and would be back immediately.
She faced the vanity mirror while sitting on the chair in front of it. Tamara was slowly combing her hair her mind was floating with various scenarios and questions that demanded answers.
A sudden knock on her door made her flinch a bit dragging her back to reality.
Tamara cleared her throat before answering whoever was on the other side of her door.
“Yes?” She loudly asked.
“Miss Tamara, it is me,” she could recognize the servant a while ago and she immediately opened the door.
She was expecting good news that Shahara was already there hopefully.
The servant bowed her head.
“Lady Shahara was looking for you in the study room. Please follow me.” She plainly said then turned around and started to walk.
Tamara instantly followed her, ignoring the curious looks from the people she passed with. She didn’t even mind appreciating the huge and magnificent portraits and paintings on the hallway wall.
She was trying to collect her hyperventilating self and tried to contemplate the questions that needed answers.
A huge wooden door appeared in front of her, and the servant just opened it for her.
“Thank you.” She gratefully said as her knees started to shake caused by excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear.
She heard the door close as she moved inside the room.
A huge glass chandelier illuminated the entire room. The wall was made as shelves for books from the floor to the ceiling.
Her eyes darted to the three people sitting on the camelback couch Shahara was sitting on the settee and just signaled her to sit on the couch beside her which she immediately did.
A woman was smiling at her she screamed of class and elegance. While the man beside her was plainly looking at her, but his eyes gleamed with joy and longingness, which suddenly disappeared he turned into a serious and authoritative one as if she was just hallucinating at what she saw.
She remembered them as part of the judges in the court room. They were the kind ones that helped her.
“G-good afternoon.” Tamara nervously greeted them.
The woman cleared her throat and bit her lower lip before smiling at her again she was slightly creeping her out.
“Hi, dear. I’m Rania Vikesh and this is husband, Lorenzo Vikesh, we are the Luna and Alpha of the Lunar Pack. I believe you’ve already met our daughter, Shahara.” She introduced their family as she looked at her with sparkling eyes.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ta-”
She was confused whether to introduce herself if they already knew her or to tell her why she lied about her real name Tamara Davis or her fake name as Tyra she was just so frustrated and didn’t know where to start.
Luna Rania heaved a deep sigh.
“Don’t worry, I understand you. I know you were Tamara Davis, and you were Winston and Ameia Davis’ d-daughter. I also know you wanted to know more about you. Well, let me just tell you about your parents. I know you wanted to know who they were and what happened to them.” Luna Rania softly told her.
She just nodded couldn’t find the right words to say.
Her heart was beating hard, and her breath was unevenly low. She was trying to brace herself for the truth that would hopefully enlighten her for she didn’t know what to do now after all that had happened.
“Winston and Ameia were our best friend. They decided to move away from our pack the Lunar Pack and start their own lives. Unfortunately, the rogues whoever they serve to attacked you and your p-parents. We were informed late, so I am very sorry if we didn’t arrive on time they were d-dead, Tamara.” Luna Rania carefully explained her face full of sadness and unshed tears.
Tamara stayed still. She had a tiny hope that maybe her parents were still alive, but it was extremely painful to finally confirm that they were already gone.
Her tears streamed until she couldn’t help it anymore she painfully wailed with her whole heart as she covered her face with her both hands. Her entire system sunken as she tried to stifle her heartbroken sobs. Shahara patted her shoulder as she tried to comfort her making her cry more.
Her only consolation now is she wasn’t facing this now by herself. She was already with someone who could guide her through and find her real identity not as a mere human being, but as a werewolf.