Living in the woods is peaceful, quiet. Your cottage is small, humble. Your cloak is dark red, easy to distinguish between the green and brown of the forest. And your dad is…a werewolf? This story seems a little off…

It’s close to midnight. Something evil lurking in the dark.

“For the last time, Little Red, I’m not coming with you to the village. They know me there, I just need to lay low for now. Maybe next week.” Orian sighs as he chops up his newest hunt in the kitchen.