His Little Wolf

You weren't noticed, and you liked it that way. You were raised on the Isle, after all, you were the daughter of the Big Bad Wolf. It was lunch time, and you were sitting in a corner with your nose in a book, as usual.

"Why are ye sittin' all by yerself?"
"I'm not much of a people person."
"Yer from the Isle right?"
"Really.... I'm not a people person."
"Ye don't have teh be snappy."

You look up at him and growl, your normal (Ec) eyes flashing yellow. That's when you realized yer mistake. "Yer not like the rest of us are ye?" No one knew that you were part Wolf. Your mom, was Red Riding Hood. Before he finished you stood up to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist.

He pulled you back and whispered in your ear. "Yer the daughter of the Big Bad Wolf, aren't ye?" At that... you froze.