deep scars ran like rivers down red’s back, mangled tissues promising never to heal properly. just as well, she thought. just as well she never forgot that beast and what he took from her, and what he gave. she had not been the same since the day in her grandmother’s cabin when the wolf sprang from the bed and attempted to devour her, his already bloody maw snapping in her face, his claws tearing at her vulnerable flesh. she had escaped, she did not know how, for she had awoken miles from the cabin, weak from blood loss, delirious, yet still alive. soon it became clear that the encounter with the wolf had changed her. she became stronger, faster, her senses heightened and her blood lust insatiable. she knew she could not return to her village like this, like a monster, and instead took to the deep, vast woods to seek vengeance on the one who had done this to her.