Your mother bid you farewell as you wore your little red hooded cape, carrying a basket full of scrumptious homemade pastries, for your drive straight through the forest. You were going to visit your sick grandmother.

As you hum and stride—

You could discern a bough split from any which way around you, you spun on your heel to then see Kol, the big bad wolf you've been cautious about, staring at you with a voracious gaze... And he was strangely focusing on you instead of your basket.

“It seems I've finally found my prey.”