Little Monsters (3)

Preface

A/N: Season 3 of OUAT and the third book of A Hooked Wolf. Read the first two; A Hooked Wolf and Blood Red. There may even be a fourth book! Have a great day as always!

Once upon a time there was a young and beautiful girl. She had smooth, cream colored skin, soft, brown eyes, red lips, and high cheek bones. Her black hair streamed along her thin back and shoulders. She was slim as well. She was also very beautiful, but very poor, and very lonely.

She lived with her mother, who hardly let her leave the house. The girl never really understood why...not until she grew up.

"Mother dear," she called one day. "I'm going to fetch some water."

"Hurry back my daughter," her mother replied, a kind smile hidden in her voice.

The girl smirked wickedly and ran out the door. She was not going to get water though, she was going to the local tavern.

Later that night, on her way out she bumped into a man. Some of his drink spilled out of his glass. "Oh my goodness," she gasped. "I'm so clumsy, I'm so so sorry."

"It's quite alright." The man's voice was calm, sweet. He gave her a charming smile. He bought her a drink and talked with her. An hour passed. "My name is Roger," he admitted.

Her lips curled at the corners. "My name is-" She was interrupted by the door bursting open. The girl gasped when she saw her mother in the doorway. "M-mother?"

"You're coming home right now!" She was red in the face. She grabbed the girl's arm.

"My name is Anita," she quickly whispered to Roger. He beamed at her as she was pulled from the pub, everyone was starring at them.

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Anita licked her lips, sweat still stained her skin. The crying that came from her arms was finally dying down. Roger turned to look at her, the sword still in his hand.

"Give up Roger, you don't know the first thing about using a sword."

"That won't stop me from protecting my family," her husband replied sternly.

She sighed and peered down at their child. She was just as beautiful as her mother. Her eyes were grey blue like her father's and brother's. Their last child was gone. Anita painfully remembered him.

He looked just like his sister. Roger had first seen him and frowned slightly. "I-is there something wrong with him?"

"No but...what if he turns out...as a...a werewolf?"

"But..."

"It could also be bad if he wasn't."

They took the baby to the woods and left him with a family of wolves to take of him. They had only gotten to name him. Anita felt sick at the thought of doing it twice. So she kept the girl, even when the hunters threatened to kill them. This was because Anita was a werewolf.

A knock on the door snapped her from her thoughts. Roger tightened his grip on his sword. The door opened. There in the doorway stood her mother, grim eyed.

"Anita," she sighed in a tight voice. "You have no idea what you're sacrificing. Give the child to me. That way I can raise her to be better than you. So you cannot disgrace this family more than you already have."

Anita gaped. "M-mother why would you say that? No you cannot have my child. I could teach her how to control her turning."

"No!" She showed. "This girl will never ever know she is a werewolf...if she is." Her mother snatched the baby. Both the baby girl and the mother cried out.

"This can't happen again! I already lost Our son!" Her mother hadn't heard her, she was already out the back door and the hunters had made their way through the front. Roger raised his sword to swing, but it was too late. Their spears bit into his chest, his shirt stained red. Anita ran off before they could kill her, tears dripping down her face.