Disclaimer: I don't own Red Riding Hood. All rights belong to the Grimm Brothers, Catherine Hardwick and whoever else.
Summary: "There must be a god, because my father was the Devil… And I was the Devil's daughter."
THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER
It was the second time I had met a werewolf, if you counted the encounters with Papa together as one, the second time I had heard a strange voice inside my head, understanding the wolf as clear as I understood human speech.
But this time, I did not fear for my life or soul, nor for the lives of the villagers of Daggerhorn. I no longer feared the unknown.
This wolf was not the nameless terror that had menaced the village for generations. This wolf was Peter, who I had loved since childhood, who had always remained true, and who had been bitten protecting me. Peter, who had left to keep me safe until he could find a way to keep me safe from that dark side of his nature.
Now he had returned, my protector even in his wolf shape, and I was not afraid.
I ran toward him, smiling with joy. The wolf lunged toward me, but unlike my Papa, there was no snarl, no bared teeth. There was only Peter, his golden eyes fading to the familiar warm brown as he recognized me.
The sun was rising, and Peter returned to his human form. Clothes did not survive the process as the Werewolf changed from human to animal, and back again, but I was not embarrassed to see Peter naked.
I pulled him inside, handing him some of my Grandfather's old clothing, still rich with the scent of werewolf, and reaching for the pack that I had kept ready, for the day he returned, and we could leave again, together.
Peter smiled, and took my hand, and I closed my door for the last time, silently bidding farewell to my family and friends, to the only life I had known.
If this was darkness, then I welcomed it.
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A/N: Just a short one-shot that has been nagging me since I saw the movie. Hopefully it isn't too disappointing.