Loosely based on Little Red Riding Hood. Grandmother always told me to never go into the woods. Never alone. She said it was dangerous and deadly and that something bad would happen. She insisted that I focus on school and being a proper lady who always went the safe longer way home. I was late and I knew she would be waiting for me at home, so I took the other way. The shorter way, into the woods. Dark and compelling, the woods became my addiction. And slowly, it became part of me. *this is not a werewolf story* copyright masteralartemis 2016
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