The Pack, as my mother would call it, was endangering the town. I was endangering the town. And I was gonna do something about it. I didn't know what. Peter's party. I could tell Peter's party. These were my thoughts as I sat alone in the cave.
Water dripped from the ceiling onto my forehead.
"Kissed by the cave, huh?" came a voice from behind me. The thought only reminded me of Peter.
"I just, want to be alone, okay?"
"C'mon, I don't bite." I looked down at my shoes. "Well, at least not as a human," he chuckled. He sat down beside me as I looked up at him. He was slim and had short, brown, messy hair. He reminded me of Peter.
"I'm Graham. Sorry I didn't introduce myself before."
"That's alright."
"I hear, your Red, Anita's daughter."
"Yeah," I shortly reply.
"Your mother is a very strong woman." I don't reply. He's probably just another one of her goons. "But I don't like her intentions." I look up at him. He didn't seem like he'd be a werewolf. In fact, his eyes were grey, like Peter's, not silver.
"You're not a werewolf."
"And why do you say that?"
"I just know."
"Well, then, you're a smart one." He was hiding in The Pack. Why?
"Why? Why risk your life to hide in The Pack?"
"Cause' I'm not in The Pack," he says as a tan bag falls over my head.
***
It was dark. I couldn't see anything. Not until Graham pulled the bag from my head.
He had taken me to a cabin in the woods. It seemed familiar. I continued my struggle to break free from the rope I was tied to.
"I'm so sorry, Red," whispered a voice from behind me. "The guys kind of got carried away." I looked behind me. Graham was untying the rope. Once I was free I knocked my fist against his jaw. He stumbles backwards. "Hey! What the hell was that for?"
"For kidnapping me!" I kicked him in the shin.
"Kidnapping you? I was saving you!"
"Like I believe that for a second!"
"No, really! Red, please!" I lower my fist.
"Well, I'll be damned. You can help it not to put up a fight." I cringe, Goldie had said something similar once before. I took a deep breath and let Graham talk.
"We want to stop The Pack from overthrowing the town."
"We?" I asked, but when I turned I saw Peter's hunting troop standing in a line.
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Red Riding Hood (#wattys2016)
WerewolfI shuddered. It had never been so dark, nor so quiet before. There was always the light of the moon to guide me. The sound of the wind against the trees. I shook the thought from my mind and continued further into the wood. Then I saw it. A whi...
