My bedroom door slammed behind me locking me in my room. I catch my breath sitting down on the side of my bed. I couldn't take my mind off the blooded eye beast, the leader of all the other werewolves and the powerful one everyone is now terrified of, who had killed his own kind for my safety. I recollected him ripping the grey werewolf head off with his bare teeth just for me. But, why did he do it? I couldn't understand. Was it because I saved him from being killed years ago? I just didn't comprehend it. My mind again went back to him watching me enter the gate as if he was making sure I went in safely. I was happy I was saved but deep down I couldn't believe how human the werewolf acted. All my life I've seen and experienced them as vicious dark-hearted creatures. What the dark werewolf did for me today I never would have expected from his kind. Werewolves were evil beasts. I'm not sure why he chooses to save me today, whether he was returning a favor related to years ago for me helping him or he may be up to something.
I threw myself down onto my bed, and quickly I got up hitting down a wooden artwork of the moon and the sun my dad had carved out for me when I was only 6 years old.
"Red is that you?" I heard my mom, calling from the crashing sound.
I sat up quietly not answering her, hoping she would lose interest in the sound and get back to whatever she was doing. But she didn't.
"Yes, it's me, mom," I answered.
"Oh great, can you please give me a hand in the kitchen?"
I exited my room and went into the kitchen seeing my mom taking out a large baked chicken from her oven. I looked around noticing a large amount of meal she was preparing. The meal was way too much for us both. It was quite strange seeing my mom cooking so much food when dad nor my brother was no longer here, it was just us two now.
"I see you're still in the dress," she stared at me as she placed the large chicken on the counter.
"Oh, yes," I looked down at the beautiful dress she had given me.
"Go on take it off and help me within the kitchen," she instructed me.
I nodded and went to change into an old blue and white dress.
"Take the corn off the stove and drain it?" my mom told me as I re-entered the kitchen.
I hurriedly put on my mitten and took the large pot from the stove draining the water from the corn.
"Mom, why are you preparing so much food?" I inquired curiously.
"A friend of mine is having a hard time losing her son who was a werewolf protector and so I thought I would do something nice and prepare some food for them," she answered as she cut the baked chicken into half.
I watched her sadly place half of the chicken into a large plate.
"Will you help me carry them to her?"
"Sure," I answered.
She smiled at me.
I searched for a large basket and helped her gather the meal she had prepared into it. Soon we were on our way.
"When will we live in peace and feel safe to leave this wall from all werewolves?" my mom asked sadly along the way.
I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I too was fed up just like her. Outside of the wall was a beautiful place. I wish I was free to enjoy it rather than hide behind this wall.
Before werewolves began to attack us, humans. My dad once told me that human once was free to go wherever they wishes to without feeling threatened by werewolves. It must have been a wonderful time those days, getting up every day and not having to worry about being killed by those creatures.
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Werewolves- A Romance Retell of Little Red Riding Hood.
WerewolfHumans are forced to dwell behind walls and live in fear because of vicious werewolves on the loose. Red Maccale a human girl did something years ago that haunts her and that was saving a werewolf boy. She blames herself she was the one who allowed...