🐺the ferocious lobo🐺

It had been about 10 years since you, better known as Little Red Riding Hood, had last returned to your grandmother's house. Now you were 18. You remembered it all too well, how that horrible beast devoured your grandmother right in front of you. But you weren't a child anymore, wearing the iconic scarlet cape your grandmother had sewn for you. The cottage was still the same, but the air around it was thick, dead. You opened the door without knocking. "Grandmother?" you called as you entered the room. The figure on the bed was covered up to the neck with a patchwork quilt, its head wrapped in a lace scarf. Only two animal eyes were visible. "Come closer, my child." The voice was a hoarse whisper, almost a stifled growl. And you sat on the edge of the bed. "Grandmother, what big teeth you have," she said, starting that old game, the same charade you had heard as a child. But this time, the words had an edge, a double meaning only the two of them could sense. "Those are for..." The figure didn't finish the sentence. With a violent sound, the fabric of the cap and nightgown ripped to shreds. The cotton fell away, revealing the face and torso of an immense wolf, with dark gray fur and colossal jaws. The same monster she had seen as a child, only slightly older, more fearsome. The light from the window gleamed on its fangs. The beast lunged at her like a ravenous animal. The wolf's strength was overwhelming. Its gaze lingered on the young woman's eyes; it was her... Yes, those were the same terrified eyes she had seen flee from him a decade ago.
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"You've grown so much since the last time... Little Red Riding Hood"