Everyone feared Little Red, because nobody knew who she was. She was simply that girl who lived with a pack of wolves in the woods, distant from any actual human being. All they knew was the fact that she wasn't normal, for she wore a long, draped red cloak that hung loosely underneath her uncombed hair.
But what they don't know is, I am Little Red.
After my grandma's passing, I was taken into the clan of a pack of wolves, and they raised me as their own. Eventually, I befriended a wolf, the shade of the darkest night with streaks of uneven silver. I call him Vince, for reasons untold.
Living freely comes at a cost. When the king's men end up shredded to pieces in the maroon colored snow, they begin planning my execution saying I'm the culprit when it really wasn't me.
By the time I find this "Monster" many doors will open up to me, even some which lead to the palace beside Prince Logan as his Mistress.
But sometimes, all you need is your best friend to save your life.
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Little Red
WerewolfLittle Red, the irony of that name... This is simply a short fairy tale about a girl and her wolf. |2015|