Hello loyal readers, i have decided to make this story again, since Red Riding Hood : The wolf is a terrible, terrible story, Its going to be completely different now, and i'm sorry for making it crap, i hope you'll like this one,

Thanks, Natalie - x

Disclaimer : I own nothing

Valerie Pov

Winter had been harsh, everyone in daggorhorn was scared, they hid in their homes, believing that the wolf still haunted their town, the odd person escaped, thinking everything was fine, and it was, that person came home one day, and told daggorhorn that it was safe, but no one believed him either, they warned him away, saying that he better stay away or else, people came through every now and then, but the people stayed gaurded, i didn't see Rose or Roxanne anymore, and i completely ignored Prudence, she hoped the wolf would take me, but now Peter is the wolf, and i don't know if he'll ever come back, only god knows.

Snow fell almost every day, cold harsh winds blew through the woods, making the wooden log cabins creak in the strong wind, i had been staying in grandmothers house, i felt remorse for my mother, without father or Lucie, she would be desperately lonely on her own, which made me sad, but no one thought any sympathy for her, i still saw her often, she would bring bread and fruit up to me sometimes, she would come in for tea, she had thick jagged scars down her face from when Father had attacked her. i miss Lucie every day, i often think about her, how kind and gentle she was, how the towns girls followed her around, giving her flowers, Lucie would dance with them and take them places throughout Daggorhorn, even when she was younger she babied the little girls, apart from me, i sat in trees all day looking out at the sky, dreaming of life out of Daggorhorn, and now i have it.

i was sitting in an old rocking chair of my grandmothers, she loved this chair, she would sit in this chair while reading her children stories when she was younger, I was reading an old book, one of mine from when i was little.

i brushed my blond hair out of my face, i had platted it into braides earlier, They were tight and perfectly done, wore my blue dress and my red cloak over it, log cabins can be drafty and cold, i pulled the pretty red fabric tightly over the bare skin exsposed to the harsh cold air, i shivered as goose bumps erupted all over my skin, it had been very cold, in the summer, Daggorhorn was usually hot and musky, humid because of the size of the village, people were cramped together in small houses, sometimes i could hardly breath in this place.. thats why i moved.

And i'm happy enough now.

All i need now is Peter, if he ever comes back.

A/N : Hello again, ugh my first Red riding hood story was absolute crap, So i'm making it again! :P Hope you enjoy, and i hope i get more reviews this time! :)