The Huntress - Luna Eileen
Gray and Bodolf looked hard at me before gray asked, “You want to go on a hunt? At night?”
I glared at him, “I know my way around the woods.”
“Not these woods, little red. There are stories about what happens to little girls in red around these woods.” He eyed my hair, and then my poncho.
I snorted, stabbing another bit of meat with my fork and waving it in his direction, “Yes, the wolf who messed with Red died.” I said the last with a bit of a barb, and plopped the juicy chunk of meat into my mouth, locking eyes with Gray, never blinking as I chewed. This wolf may think I am a helpless girl, but he will have to learn the hard way how wrong he is.
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