"What's so different about this room now? Nothing's changed." I lie to myself. In all honesty, everything's changed. And panic threatens to overwhelm me. Panic causes confusion, confusion turns to chaos, chaos turns to madness. And in madness, people do regrettable things. Like hurt others. Other people like me. At the thought of a threat, Wolf takes it upon herself to claw to the surface.
Then again, I'm not like other people.
"Stay back. You won't win. Never again." I say to myself. No one is home. No one is staying at the Inn. I'm alone, which is good. I may be over estimating my will.
I know its somewhere. But where? I need that cloak.
I will not kill again.
My ear catches sounds as tiny footfalls echo into my ears. One no pure human would ever hear. Weakening wood panels. It's far thinner then planks in the other rooms. Rat squeaks echo louder through the roof above me.
I climb. And sure enough a separate section of the ceiling pushes away. A secret attic. "Does Granny know about this?" But rats don't answer back so I continue crawling through the enclosed space.
In the far corner of the room stands a mannequin and on it….. "My cloak."
People moved around her but stared as she walked down the street. No one said anything as she passed them by. They were afraid. But she was in control.
Not like she blamed them though.
The call of the woods could be so tempting at times.
She was still in her normal clothing in this life. Her waitress uniform, ruby lipstick and earrings. Her hair was still streaked with red dye.
But she wore something different now. Something new and old, all at the same time. People gave her odd looks. The town tease, dressed in something so foreign, so conservative. Used to hide woman away from prying eyes.
As she entered the diner, Ruby-or rather-Red, as she now preferred, pulled down the hood of her blood red cloak. Diner's looked up in surprise, but otherwise stayed silent, but their eyes wondered up and down. The wolf hated it. Starring was a challenge, a threat. The cloak didn't snuff out the wolf completely. Just gave Red the advantage to control it.
To her right, her grandmother smiled. Glad to see the cloak make its return to Red's wardrobe choice. "No full moon shenanigans." The old woman praised Red. The elder smiled again and offered an apron to her granddaughter.
"No, never again. Not unless I say so." Red said, accepting the apron.
OMG have you seen the finale? It was frieken amazing. October will not be here fast enough.