Oliver's footprints led (Y/n) directly to a small yellow cottage. Lake Caramore was frozen over, but he could clearly see the divot where lake met lakeshore.
There were no footprints leading away from the cottage...
The windows were dark, and it was very unlikely that (G/n) would be awake at this late hour.
Hesitantly, (Y/n) approached the hardwood door and knocked.
It swung open with a single tap.
Something akin to fear or anger filled his chest as he rushed inside.
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With the initial shock alleviated, our maiden steeled herself. This monster would toy with a mortal's fears before devouring them.
"I'm not afraid of you."
The brave girl glared up at the beast before her. The wolf tilted its head.
"Oh? Then... what are you afraid of?"
"Nothing."
Her tone was strong, and her face didn't betray her. She seemed to truly believe that statement.
"Everyone fears something, my dear child. Fear is what keeps you pathetic creatures safe. A child without fear... would be a fool to venture here."
The maiden did not cower. She faced the wolf with the courage of a warrior, her long red hair flowing like fire.
"I'm not afraid of you, and I never will be."
The wolf smirked, his needle-like fangs practically glowing as bright as his eyes.
"So be it, dear prey."
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"Grandma?! Are you ok?!"
No response... only silence.
(Y/n) glanced around frantically, barely registering the cottage's layout when his eyes landed on a single door.
It appeared that the cottage was primarily one room, but there was a small room in the back. Oliver was nowhere to be seen.
With desperation and worry pounding away in his chest, (Y/n) wrenched the door open.
"Grandma?! Where are-!"
The words died in his throat. This room... it was his grandmother's bedroom. A lump rested under the covers, facing away from him.
"G... grandma?"
...
No... no response.
(Y/n) approached, countless memories of (G/n) flashing through his mind.
"Hush, (N/n)... dawn will be approaching soon. Try to get some sleep."
The adhesive from various bandaids on his face and arms was vaguely uncomfortable. Had (G/n) not arrived when she did, his injuries could've been much worse.
The twins had made an unexpected visit to "play" with him that day, and many of the fresh wounds were fairly deep. (G/n) managed to scare them off with her own visit.
His tears caused his injuries to burn. It hurt so much... and though (Y/n) hadn't noticed it back then, his grandmother's tears flowed just as heavily.
"Are you... a-are you ok, grandma?"
A (s/t) hand reached for the covers. He pulled them back... and screamed.
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The girl gazed up at the night sky, her hair spread out into a scarlet halo around her head. Dried blood had soaked into a handful of strands; clumping them together.
Her final moments were agony as the wolf slowly ate her... piece. By. Piece.
Just as her vision was fading to black, she watched a long blood-red tounge loll from the beast's revolting mouth to lick at a few clumps of gore stuck to his chops.
In her final moments, she couldn't help but think... this is hell.
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