Little Red Riding Wolf
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Authors: Wednesday Raven
Little Red Riding Wolf (A Fairy Tale Shifter Romance)
By
Wednesday Raven
Copyright © 2015 by Wednesday Raven
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
~~~This shape shifting tale is a STANDALONE SEXY SHORT STORY, not a novel.~~~
Lynx Charmer has still not forgotten that fateful night in the woods, vowing to seek vengeance on a rival wolf pack.
Grayson Lewis has grown weary of his pack's senseless violence and seeks to break off and find his mate.
When Lynx and Grayson meet, sparks fly. Now the only thing left is to spill old secrets and see what's left after the pain settles.
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Her mother warned her about the wolves. Stay on the path. Never stray from it. And always, always, without fail, make it to where you need to be before nightfall. Tasked with the simple job of carrying a basket of bread, fruit, and wine to her grandmother's house, Lynx Charmer made her way through the forest from her own estate to her grandmother's cottage. The road was rocky and overgrown, but the teenager pressed on. Vines clutched at her feet as she walked the path. Briars ripped at her simple blue dress and tore her scarlet cape.
Night fell and Lynx was still miles from the house. Piercing howls thundered through the dusk, as she sought shelter in a cave. The cold dampness hung around her like a wet jacket. Though scared she kept silent huddled against the cave moss, drifting off from time to time. She dreamed of her grandmother being torn to bits by wolves, leaving behind only remnants of her nightgown. Shaken by the nightmare, Lynx started out at first light, moving faster to get to her grandmother's house.
Outside the house in which her grandmother lived, her hand shook on the doorknob. Flashes of the nightmare were vivid in her mind as she took a deep breath and twisted the knob. An overwhelming sense of dread filled her. She couldn't smell any fresh-baked muffins that usually greeted her when she visited. There were no soft hums radiating out of the door from her grandmother singing her favorite songs. There was stillness, an eerie silence that was louder than any noise. She exhaled and walked into the room. Moments later, her scream shattered the early morning air, as she took in the scene.
Her grandmother lay eviscerated by the bedside table, while pieces of her nightgown were scattered throughout the small cabin. Her reading glasses were still sitting on the table, on top of an open tale of Moby Dick, her grandmother's favorite book. Her coffee cup lay overturned, as a long-dried trail of coffee had steeped into the carpet. Blood was on the floor, the walls, with some droplets even marked on the ceiling.
Lynx surveyed the damage and silenced her screams. She breathed in deeply. She closed her eyes, seeing the nightmare replay again in slow motion. There, in her dreams, she fixated upon the wolf in question. When her eyes opened, she knew what she needed to do.
Five years had passed since that fateful evening, and Lynx was the sole occupant of her grandmother's estate. The cabin had been cleaned and refurbished since then, but the wolves still lurked in the woods nearby. Night after night, Lynx waited patiently. She honed her skills, grew stronger and waited for the opportunity to avenge her grandmother's death. She waited to sense the wolf responsible for the carnage she witnessed at age 15. The wolf responsible for the loss of one of the most influential people in her life, the only one that understood her and her true self.
Lynx knew she wasn't quite like other girls her age. While her mother always brushed the topic under the rug, it was her grandmother that explained the reason that she was so restless at night. The reason behind her being tired during the day and had insomnia in the evenings. Lynx was a changeling, found far from her pack, and brought to the cabin to live and strengthen. Her mother never wanted her to find out, but Grandma Ann knew the child needed to know.
Over the years, as Lynx grew, her grandmother helped her understand her life was not like others. She was different. Her anger was far more dangerous than other girls, and her dreams were not just dreams but visions. It was also explained that while she wasn't interested in anyone yet, one day she'd seek out her mate and that when she found him, she'd know. She'd know it deep down into her core and that nothing would be able to separate them.
The woods surrounding their ancestor's property were a crossover of sorts; home to two rival wolf packs. One of these packs was Lynx's home pack known as the Rafe clan, the one she was separated from so early in her life. The other was known as the Fenris clan; mortal enemies of her home pack. It was the Fenris pack that came to the cabin that night when Lynx lost her grandmother.
Over the years, details about that night emerged. Notes left behind by Grandma Anne told the story of how each year, on the anniversary of the night Lynx was found, the Fenris pack came to the cabin in search of her. Year after year, Grandmother Anne told the savages there was no such child to be found. The pack had clearly had enough of the lies and set forth to ensnare Lynx while they sacrificed her grandmother. Trouble was, Lynx showed up late; an entire day late which threw the timeline of events incorrect. Fenris needed to get to Lynx on the day she was found; else the planetary alignment would not be correct for a pack takeover. Any other day and Lynx would be much stronger and the Fenris clan needed her at her weakest to have a chance. After Lynx found out everything behind the reason her grandmother lost her life she felt responsible, and set forth to build a new legacy.
On the eve of the anniversary of her grandmother's death, Lynx had been careful to avoid the property and returned only days afterward to find scattered items and their attempt to track her. No matter where she stayed, she always sensed the wolves were near. It was this year that would be different. This year, she would be ready to finally have her revenge. This year, she'd stay in the cabin and wait to extract her own justice. The anniversary was only days away.
