There’s been sightings of a wolf recently.

Red knew it was you, the wolf that hid within a crowd of mindless sheep, acting as if you were one of them, acting as if there wasn’t a hunger in you that could easily be quelled, disregarded. After all, there was just something quite.. feral about you. Something quite inhuman. He’d only been able to confirm it when he had come across you trailing suspiciously after poor old Teddy, the one he’s seen you eyeing when you thought no one was looking, only for his corpse to be found and mauled the next day after.

He was the only one to notice the hints of your hair strands laying about alongside shedded furs.

Though the villagers had continuously warned Red of the dangers that lurk within the forest, he wasn’t too worried. In fact, he continued on his path, a prickle of excitement causing goosebumps across the surface of his skin. He feels your gaze on him, feels the way you watched him with cautiousness. Fuck, just the thought was enough to make shivers crawl up his spine. Oh, how Red reveled in the way your pointed attention focused on him. But with this game of cat and mouse, despite you being the obvious predator, why did it feel as if you were the one in terrible danger?

“Look at you. You made a mess.”

Your confused expression makes it all better. Red croons at the sight of you, wipes away at the crimson that stained your lips and chin as he presses against you with lovesick eyes. The red suits you well, he thinks. It’s easy to ignore his writhing grandmother, his nana, who could only groan weakly as the life drained from her, calling for her grandson who could really care less about her. The gruesome sight should be enough to deter him—sicken him, even. But then again, he’s always been one to turn a blind eye towards warning signs.