You think you know my story... You're wrong. My name is Alexandria. I live on the edge of a dark and beautiful forest. Dark and beautiful like the Wolf. Read the real and true story of love, werewolves... And Red Riding Hood
Little pieces of egg coat his hair and leather vest and a sausage bounces off of his nose. His face remains stone, but his eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "All of you can just go to Hell!" I yell at him and storm towards the kitchen door. He grabs hold of my elbow and spins me around pinning me against the wall...