The Girl in the Red Hood

Chapter XIII

Josi has been saving this room for me. I've never even met Josi, much less reserved a room in her house. But whatever I could say about Josi, she knew how I liked my bedroom. A huge bed with thick blankets, a bookshelf with some old maps and journals, and a box full of food that could be cooked in the furnace. It's so much better when it's not raw.

Hurrah for no food-poisoning!

I freed myself of the grime that's been hanging around, eat what looks like a freshly hunted squirrel, take a nap, and wake up feeling better than I had since, well, five years ago.

It was short lived. Something was nagging me - something about my hood. My mother told me a witch, an old family friend, had created it. A witch like Josi, who knew about Lupan, and could have prevented the attack. My mind traces back to the door. I stare at it, trying to make sense of it. I see me in my hood, crouching, with my dagger in hand. A wolf is snarling back at me. A scream escapes my throat as I fall off of my bed.