Red started walking and recognized the trail to the village and silently followed it. She thought it was right. She wrapped her cloak around herself and tried to forget the smell of blood so strong, she thought she was swimming in it.
She followed the path and made her way to her house. She opened the door and her mother came rushing to the entrance. "What took you so long? You should have been back by last night! That wolf that attacked your grandmother's village could have killed you!" Red swallowed hard. She couldn't tell her.
"I...I stopped to wash my cloak in the lake." She hung her head. She had said the worst possible thing. Red watched, expecting her to freak out, but reassurance leapt into her eyes instead of worry. She doesn't know, thought Red. Granny never told anyone...only me, Granny, and the Pack know. Red let out a huge breath of relief. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. Suddenly she knew, she belonged with the Pack. She could be herself around them. She could be the real Red.
Then blackness engulfed her. The last thing she heard was her mother's scream. Then silence.
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Red's Remix
أدب الهواة"Red Repells Wolves," granny said. She was right, in a way... The same old story, but new. Little red riding hood is not the girl you expected...or the girl she expected.
