SW NOVELS
Chapter 33
Chapter 33
“Good morning. You look well” A sonorous voice came from behind her.
Roxanne looked back and finally saw the owner of the warm hand and a familiar face. She was
one of the people Roxanne met when she first gained consciousness, the leader of the three ladies.
“Y-You are…” Roxanne muttered, dazed by the beautiful person standing in front of her.
Rita, the woman standing before Roxanne, had long blonde hair, which flowed down her back. Her
fair face was without any blemish, smooth and fair. She had a cheerful look and her eyes glowed with a
golden glimmer. Her lips seemed glossed, though it could be natural.
“You’re a lively one, aren’t you? Up on your feet already.” Rita said with a slight chuckle.
Roxanne felt stunned by Rita’s bright nature, but her troubled heart didn’t allow her to appreciate
her kind words.
“This isn’t funny. Where the hell am I? You said you’d explain everything once I came to, well…
Here I am” Roxanne said impatiently.
“Calm down Roxanne. I know what I said, but you also need to settle down” Rita said to her with a
knowing look.
Roxanne’s tensed body loosened a bit as she had a look of guilt, regretting her earlier outburst.
For all she knew, these people might have rescued her from the cold death that awaited her, yet she
was being so suspicious of them. And even the woman before her, she seemed nice and friendly, yet
all she gave in exchange were harsh words.
“S-Sorry…” Roxanne mumbled apologetically.
Rita smiled with a look of maturity and understanding. She tapped Roxanne’s shoulders and
gestured for her to follow her lead.
“Come with me. Let’s get you settled in” Rita said, leading her away from the area she was in.
Rita took her to one of the cottages she came across when she had earlier taken her walk. It
looked different from the others, bigger and more prestigious. The colour had a brighter tint of brown
and the wood used for it’s structure looked sturdier than the rest. There was also a compound made of
wooden stakes, similar to the cave, but smaller. She opened the door and went in, assuring Roxanne to
do the same.
“It’s fine. This is my place.” She said with an encouraging look.
As Roxanne entered, she felt a great warmth embrace her body. The sensation made her smile in
ecstasy since the cold had vanished. Rita closed the door, banishing any sign of winter from them.
Roxanne smelled the room and made a pleasant expression. Like Lavender mixed with a foreign
fragrance she didn’t recognize, but amazing nonetheless.
“You fancy the fragrance?” Rita asked, noticing her guest’s expression. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
“Oh, eh… Yeah…” Roxanne said, slightly embarrassed.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m actually happy you like it. Please, sit.” Rita offered Roxanne a chair. It was
made entirely out of wood. She looked around her and everything else was the same. Wooden chairs,
wooden table, wooden shelves.
“Must be because of where they live,” Roxanne reasoned.
“So, what would you like me to offer you? I have fresh milk and I should be able to make you
some…” Rita said, making her way to the kitchen.
“How about answers?” Roxanne said, staring at Rita in an expectant manner.
“Straight to that uhn?” Rita said with a smile, returning to the living room. She sat on a chair
opposite Roxanne and heaved a sigh.
“Yes. Inasmuch as I appreciate all you’ve done for me, I have so many questions and I don’t even
know where I am. How many days have passed, who are you people…” Roxanne said with a serious
look.
“I understand,” Rita said.
“You were brought here yesterday, just a bit after noon. This is the day after, Sunday. We’re
currently in what you know as Oregon Woods, though If I’m being more specific,. I’d say it is the
Rockwood Territory…” Rita explained.
“As for your last question pertaining to who we are… Roxanne, I suppose I’ll have to ask you a
question as well…” Rita said seriously.
Her smile faded and she had a serious look on her face this time, something Roxanne had never
seen before.
“... What do you know about Werewolves?”