She stomped
She huffed
Her hands gripped tightly at her arms in frustration
Her fingernails strangely seemed to cut deeper and deeper into her arm.
Her frustration grew, and so did her heavy breaths.
Those breaths gradually getting deeper and violent.
A snout grew from her face and fur coated her body evenly.
The only difference was,
She wasn't sane
She didn't hear the screams of the people she slowly teared.
She was a zero
See no good, hear no good
Only seek revenge and chaos
She was a lonely lumberjack who supposedly saved the little red riding hood.
When in reality, she took everything away from her. Including her big bad wolf
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➳The Wolf Hour ¦ jjk #wattys2018
FanfictionAs a wolf child, you were curious, curious about the other side of the woods. Any child really would. What you didn't know that your claws would be sealed ________________ ❝Can you really say you love me? and it's not just your lust and instinct for...
