Chapter 16. The Crimson Red Furred Wolf

Tamara 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 of it. There was a white metal and foamed