Chapter 8. She’s a Werewolf!

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 ache — 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 need to rest.” A tender soft voice made her eyes snap wide open — she wanted to scream suddenly because the anticipating flashes of what happened to her in the courtroom instantly became clear in her mind.

She was welcomed by a woman with 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, assisting her so she could drink.

Her throat was dry, and she was thirsty — she mouthed ‘thank you’ to her.

“No wo