Chapter 15
POV: Tamara Davis /Tyra Amaris
She was awakened by the light rays radiating from the window. She slowly opened her eyes, and she was welcomed into an unfamiliar room.
Tamara flinched, and she shut her eyes tightly as she tried to remember what had happened.
Memories flashed her mind like a rocket ship, that it ached a bit, then she finally recalled that she was supposed to be having a hunt training with Shahara.
She was about to get up when she moaned in pain. Her eyes flew to the cause of it and found her injured arm covered with a white bandage.
Her brows furrowed as she looked around the room while caressing it the room was all painted in plain white, and the window was covered with dark gray curtains that were arranged in an inverted pleat balloon-type making the rays of the sun emit light inside the room where she was.
There was a white bedside table beside her with a small light gray vase and a single-stemmed red rose placed on top it. There was a white metal and foamed chair beside the bed where she was lying in and a dark gray couch in the right corner of the room.
Her head was aching as minutes passed by. She tried to close her eyes once again, then moved her neck to ease her wearied nape.
Tamara heard the door bang open. Her eyes instantly opened, and her gaze flew on it as she anticipated who would come in.
“Finally, you were awake!” Shahara joyously exclaimed as she immediately went towards her.
“So, how are you?” She worriedly asked as she sat on the chair beside her bed.
She held her temples using her uninjured hand as it throbbed, while she tried to remember everything that had happened.
“What happened?” She confusedly asked as she shut her eyes firmly trying to ease the excruciating pain. Her head was as if breaking into two.
Shahara sighed.
“We were having our hunt training, remember?” Shahara simply asked, and she nodded.
“Then suddenly you have left me. I was trying to call you, but you seemed to be engrossed with something. What happened to you? Haven’t you controlled your wolf? Or something that triggered you? Did you get overly excited? Or have you felt something unusual?” Shahara eagerly asked her.
Tamara just laid back on her bed, and she stared at her with a confused look on her face trying to recall what had happened to her, but she couldn’t. Her head ached more when she’s trying too.
“I…I don’t know.” She answered wearily.
All that she remembered was she smelled a foreign yet addicting and lovely smell making her restless and following it into the woods; then she was already consumed by her wolf.
After that, she didn’t remember anything anymore. They both heaved a deep sigh.
“Well, maybe you were just stressed and tired. Anyway, good thing, that I alarmed the sentinel wolves. One of them found you and brought you here.” Shahara merely explained.
“Who is it?” She interestedly asked of course, she wanted to thank whoever he or she saved her.
“Well, I don’t know who it was. That was all that Doctor Dreyson said to me when I got here. That a sentinel wolf brought you here and just left. Besides, he didn’t have the chance to ask who it was though. He was so frantic in treating your wounds.” Shahara shrugged and gave her a concerned look.
“Mom and Dad were so worried about you. We are all worried, you know. Are you sure you’re okay now?” Shahara agitatedly asked.
She gave her a genuine smile despite her throbbing head.
“I’m fine. Kindly tell Uncle Lorenzo and Aunt Rania that I’m fine. Thanks anyway.” Tamara sincerely said.
“No worries. You are already part of the family. You are my best friend.” Shahara answered smilingly.
Tamara felt the warmth that soothed her.
“Thank you for always being there. I’m glad that you treated me like your best friend. For always being at my side. I don’t know how to pay for your kindness. I also didn’t know that you were the one who saved me from the rogues in the forest.” She emotionally told her.
“Of course, you were already my best friend. And about our first meeting, well, I helped you and that was it, Tamara. I didn’t want anything in return. I am happy that I’ve helped you and that you’re fine. I am just saddened that we are already late. We haven’t saved your parents.” Shahara sadly answered her eyes gleaming with sincerity and guilt.
“I know that you did your best to help me. Whoever that was running after me, I’ll make them pay for my parents’ death. I will surely will.” Tamara said her voice was full of resolve and unstoppable rage.
Shahara remains speechless for Tamara had already set her plans as her eyes laced with fury and strong will she doesn’t know what to say anymore. She was sure that Tamara would fulfill her words, for she was really working hard to achieve justice behind her parents’ deaths. She cleared her throat.
“Well, I needed to inform Doc Dreyson that you were now awake to check on you, okay?” She informed Tamara, who was just nodding at her.
She went to the door and was about to open it when she heard Tamara.
“Uhmm…”
Shahara stopped in her tracks and looked at her with questioning eyes.
She was hesitating whether or not to say what was on her mind. But she wanted to make sure and confirm, though.
“Are you certain that a sentinel wolf brought me here?” She diffidently asked.
Shahara’s brows furrowed and looked at her with her confused face.
“Why? Is there any problem?” She asked in a worried tone.
“Uh, well, nothing. I just wanted to make sure and hopefully thank him.” Tamara plainly said and averted her gaze to her.
Shahara looked at her for a bit as if she was trying to solve her like a puzzle and she defeatedly let out a deep sigh.
“A sentinel wolf brought you here, well, according to Doctor Dreyson. I am not certain about it because I was in the woods trying to track you down. Then, he informed me that you were already here, so I rushed here and saw that you were already being treated. Thanks to the moon.” Shahara patiently explained to her wearing her sincere smile.
“Why do you remember anything?” Shahara addedly asked.
Tamara shook her head gently.
“Nope. I-I was just…I was just hoping that I could thank the sentinel who brought me here.” She quickly answered and looked at her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll try to ask Doctor Dreyson about that. For now, you need to save your strength and heal yourself, alright?” Shahara tried to lighten her mood and winked at her.
She slightly chuckled at her playful antics.
“Fine.” Tamara finally said.
With that, Shahara finally opened the door and went out to where Doctor Dreyson was.
The moment the door was closed, Tamara’s smile faded, and she just looked out the open window where the cold rushing wind touched her bare skin it was soothing and calming her nerves.
Then, she smelled something from her hands actually, she already smelled that particular scent the moment she opened her eyes.
She held her hand to her nose and sniffed it.
Why did she smell the foreign yet addicting aroma from her hands, then?
It was the same scent that triggered her wolf to take a full control over her.
The same scent that made her heartbeat fast and her toes curled involuntarily.
It wasn’t from a sentinel wolf, but it was from someone she was trying to remove from her mind but slowly trying to submerge her.
Her eyes gleamed in its lighter shade making her feel something inside her.
Something that was so unusual yet seemed so familiar a burning desire that was slowly consuming her.
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POV: Leah Darkwood
In the intervening time, in the Dark Wood Pack Mansion. Leah was standing in front of the dart board and trying to target the bull’s eye while the leader of the hunters was standing at her side.
“Have you found out something about what I have asked you to do?” She seriously queried the nervous hunter’s leader.
She asked him to find out who the heck was the crimson red furred wolf on the western side.
She throws the dart to the board full of strength, making it dig deeply into the poor wood.
The hunter swallowed roughly, but his head remained bowed down a bit. His legs wobbled with fear and his forehead had a bullet of sweat.
“I-I apologize, milady. B-but I haven’t heard anything about that particular wolf. The western part was so strict and heavily guarded by its sentinels.” He swiftly answered his voice cracked with nervousness.
She let out a ruthless smirk.
The Leader of the Hunters knew that she also had a bad temper like her mother and he didn’t want to awaken that demonic side of hers, or he would face his tragic demise right there and then.
He did everything he could to find out about what she asked her, but that was all he had.
“Very. Well. Then.” Leah slowly said as she threw again the next dart longer than the first one.
A gentle thud and the sound of someone catching his own breath was all that could hear inside the room.
She turned around and went to the bar counter in the right corner of the entertainment room. She poured some champagne into the wine glass and slowly drank it.
They were all useless!
She clenched her jaw as she gulped her drink harsher this time emptying the wine glass and pouring another shot of champagne once again.
“What the heck!” Aeron’s eyes widened with shock as he went inside the room, looking at someone lying on the floor.
The leader of the hunter wolves was on the floor slowly consumed by Death himself his dark red blood streaming down from his heart.
The smell of the metallic blood in the air made Aeron gnarl at her. Leah cruelly looked at him, trying to shut him up. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, making Aeron take a deep breath and calm his nerves.
“Ask Gorgo to find another leader of the hunters. They were all useless!” Leah rolled her eyes at him and continued drinking the champagne this time with no more wine glass and directly from the bottle itself.
“It was already the tenth leader that you’ve killed, Leah. What the heck is your problem?” Aeron asked with curious and confused eyes while he took a sit in the highchair beside her.
“They weren’t doing their best to find whoever that crimson red furred wolf was! I wanted them to find her, yet no one of them knew who it was!” Leah was so mad that she threw the bottle of champagne on the wall that creates a loud crashing sound inside the room.
Her face was in bright red that he could sense her inner wolf at bay – and having her wolf take over her was the least of the things that they needed right now.
A furious Leah Darkwood equals ten times extreme trouble and pure foolishness.
Aeron’s forehead creased.
“And why are looking for that certain wolf?” He keenly asked.
“For I wanted to kill her myself.” Leah furiously answered while gritting her teeth her eyes full of ferocity and determination.
“Why? What did she do to you?” He asked inquisitively.
“Why? Did you know who the hell was that wolf?” Leah tossed back a question at him not wanting to reveal her reasons.
Aeron just shrugged at her.
“Well, you don’t need to order every member of our pack and kill them just to find out who she is. I know her,” Aeron said with a creepy smile on his face.
“Who the freaking hell was she?” Leah gnarled at him her wolf was at the edge.
“It was the girl who actually saved me and put me into the spotlight of humiliation during the prisoner’s trial. Tyra Amaris. Now, a servant Omega in the Lunar Pack of the Western Side.” Aeron slowly answered and gently brushed his lower lip with his tongue.
“A servant Omega, huh?” Leah clenched her jaw and hardly punched the bar counter that it became deformed.
Now, with her furious heightened emotions she hunched her back and turned into her wolf form flawlessly in just a matter of seconds.
Aeron wouldn’t be surprised his sister was livid, and he didn’t even know why as if he did care, but he wasn’t. Well, she would probably not answer him directly, though.
Leah in her wolf form let out a loud and raging howl, making everyone in the Dark Wood Mansion and the nearby pack member’s houses tremble in fear.
All except for her brother, Aeron, who was just silently sitting in front of the bar counter and pouring his wine glass with some red wine while looking at her calmly.
And her mother and father, who were just curious about her sudden vicious roar. They just shrugged about her outburst.
Leah was stubborn and insanely mad.
Whoever that Tyra Amaris was, she would make sure that she’d soon be dead. Leah thought.