Little Red's wolf (boyxboy) ||Little red riding hood crossover||

>Chapter: #1<

Charlie's father had asked him to bring his mother, Charlie's grandmother, her routine food that he would cook after work and make his son bring it to her. It was normal for Charlie having to bring his grandmother the food almost every 4 days a week. He started doing it after his older sister had passed away a few weeks ago. The death was still a bit of a mystery, but the authorities had figured that she was attacked by wolves late at night.

It's still a bit of a mystery, but it was told for the whole town to stay clear of the woods at night in case of a wolf attack. But it never stopped Charlie's father from stopping his son from going in. He still made him go to his grandmother's house to give her food, but he didn't want his son going in at night, afraid of losing another family member after his wife and oldest daughter.

Charlie was packing his brown homemade basket with the leftover food his father had made when he came in, sweating after chopping wood all evening. He tiredly slumped onto the chair near the stove top. He stopped his son by lifting his hand. The boy looked at his father.

"It's cold, get your cloak." He sighed out.

"But father. Your sweating," Charlie looked at his father a bit warily.

But his father, Martis, shook his head. "That's because I was moving around a lot. Put your cloak on before going out boy." He gave his son a weary eye. "The men are out doing work as well. I don't want them to see ya boy."

Charlie knew what his father meant. He had bright strawberry blonde hair, with arctic blue eyes. He looked exactly like his mother, but male. Others who would see him out would mistake him for a girl, he had even been harassed by older men who thought he was a girl. So his father had told him to wear a long and dark red cloak to hide himself while out.

The boy grabbed the log red cloak hanging by the wooden door, he put it on turning around to his father. "I will be back and help you with the chopping. Okay father?"

Martis smiled lightly, nodding his head while watching his son leave for his mothers house.

Charlie walked through the deep woods heading to an old and small cottage that his grandmother now lives in alone after her lover passed. His father had tried to convince his mother to live with them so she could stay healthy and live longer if she had support. But the old woman couldn't bear to leave her home where she lived with her lover. So that was the reason Charlie's father wanted his son to bring his mother food to her. Her garden was dying as well as her becoming weaker and unable to take care of herself.

The food was almost the same daily. His father was a talented cook, and they always had left over food for her. Marits was getting older as well, he had to stay home in order to chop wood for them to get money and live. So he made his son take care of this for his grandmother.

Charlie didn't mind. He didn't have much to do anyways, his father didn't want him going into town alone because of the way he looked. Sometimes Charlie wondered if his father was displeased with the way his only son looked. Charlie's sister looked more like their father than mother, Charlie sometimes wondered if his father wanted his sister to look like him. And for himself to look like his father. But it wasn't his fault he looked that way. Plus, he liked looking like his mother.

He knew her from his childhood memory, he missed her as much as his father. Just like he misses his poor sister, Ruth who didn't deserve such a death.

Charlie shook his head of the instructive thoughts that were clouding his mind. When he was done thinking of his troubling thoughts he looked back up to the path in case of falling. Instead he stopped in his tracks, looking back down. He thought he was imagining it, but no. He saw a wolf footprint. But it was different.