Red Wolf

So this is my first story on Wattpad...and just enjoy my own version of Little Red Riding Hood, the beginning is slightly rough and without much action but I assure you guys that action will definitely come. Thanks for reading!! Oh and I have no problem if you post a link to your story in the comment section, I would love to read new stories and this is an easy way to find some!! Just make sure you read mine before you start insisting I read yours!!!!

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Prologue

Veritas vos liberabit - The Truth Will Set You Free

A fold of red cloth blew across the small clearing in the forest, a whispering wind echoing in between the trees. The shimmering threads flicked off the snowflakes that threatened to bring it down and continued to flutter until a long branch snagged the cloth.  

The wind stopped and for a second time seemed to freeze, until a huge gust of wind blew the red cloth off of its wooden hook and through the ancient birch trees. 

A pair of golden eyes followed the direction the cloth headed, then a snow white wolf appeared from the brambles and slowly blinked, watching as the cloth swept over the tall stone walls that surrounded the village beside the forest. The wolf seemed to breathe a sigh of relief then disappeared, once again, into the forest. 

The red cloth fluttered slightly as the wind died down, white snow gathered in clumps on the muddied streets but still, the cloth did not land. Instead, it continued to blow in the direction of the straw huts that lined the streets of the small village. Nobody saw it when the cloth suddenly stopped at one hut and the wind slowly lowered it onto a hook that had been nailed to a crude wooden door connected to a straw hut. A bronze knocker was placed directly below the hook, the head of a wolf holding a metal ring of holly. On the roof a small chimney breathed out the wispy shape of smoke. 

Slowly from the inside of the hut the cry of an infant grew considerably louder and the sound of scuffling feet grew faster. Then the wind started to blow again and the metal ring placed in the mouth of the wolf rose and then gently settled back down on the door with a low thump, it did this a couple times until the scuffling feet came towards the door and opened it. 

The sound of the feet had belonged to a middle aged woman, her black hair pinned up in a loose bun, a few grey hairs sticking wearily out of the knot. Soft brown eyes looked around outside then spied the red cloth hanging on the door. The woman wiped her flour covered hands on a brown apron wrapped around a simple brown dress and reached forward for the cloth. She smiled to herself and knew exactly what she would use it for. Her child, only a few weeks old needed something to keep her warm and the soft threads of the red cloth would do just that. 

The exact moment the woman took the cloth into her hands, numerous wolf howls began to break out all over different parts of the forest, almost sounding triumphant. The woman paused, looked at the cloth in her hands then shrugged, ignorantly gripped the cloth tightly, then shut the door with a loud bang. 

Over the course of the next few days, she fashioned the square of cloth into a cloak for her small daughter, who rested peacefully in her crudely made crib. Both blissfully unaware as the child's fate was decided for her.