Wow this summary sucked. O_o

But i couldnt think of anything better. Oh well.

If you know the little red riding hood story you pretty much know the basic outline so ... yeah. I'm not going to question the logic of my summary to much. It's late and i'll just end up hurting my brain. Moving on.

This was a multi chap story I was thinking about. I'm playing it by ear a little. And it's been so long since I've actually worked on a multi. chap. I can't honestly say that I'm up for the challenge just yet. However as you can tell I'm gonna try. XD

So without further ado.

Never cry wolf chap. 1

To Serah's house we go

It was a cool, brisk day when Lightning set out. The sun glaring brightly down as a cool wind nipped gently at her cheeks. Her azure blue eyes looking determinedly ahead as she passed through the village square. A few voices called out to greet her as she went by. She curtly nodded at them but didn't answer back. Stopping only briefly at the local water well to fill up her canteen before moving on.

After a few minutes the forest came into view. It was deep and thick with different types of trees of every shape and color. The leaves and blossoms where just starting to turn brown. A sure sign that winter was coming soon. Just in the middle of the tree line lay a small dirt path. Shaded by a large weeping willow and a beautifully colored cherry tree. Lightning stopped; taking a second to admire the view. If she didn't know any better it would almost be enchanting.

Then the wind picked up, a bit harder this time. With a soft grunt she pulled the hood of her cape tightly over her head; hiding her soft pink hair. The cape itself was thick and red. The outside made up of expensive smooth silk while the inside was stuffed with wool to absorb warmth. It was a gift from her sister, Serah. Though it was a peace offering more than anything. A silent thank you for not killing that idiotic husband of hers, Snow, on the day he proposed. Serah had given it to her the day she moved out of the home their parents had left them in their will. 'To keep you warm in the winter,' she said. She was always worrying too much about Lightning. As long as Serah was safe and happy than Lightning could be too. Though; the more and more she thought about it she really should have done away with that no brained ax-man called Snow…

And now word had reached the town that Serah had come down with a cold. Nothing bad but Lightning knew that lunk head wouldn't know how to properly take care of her. Within the next week or two the path to their cabin would be inaccessible do to winters first snow. And as the place plunged deeper into winter the worse things would get. The sisters would be cut off from each other for months for the first time in their lives. So Lightning packed a wicker basket full of sweets that she had bought from the baker- stuffing a few medical herbs in the side- and was going to see her sister before it was too late.

With a sigh Lightning was off again. Keeping a fast steady pace as she made her way onto the dirt road. Her eyes darting warily around, keeping an eye out for any rustling within the bushes. The palm of her right hand resting on the hilt of a silver saber looped to her belt by a strong piece of leather. The cabin was about a days length away. The plan was to make it there and back before the first winter storm hit.

However the trip itself was not going to be easy. She had gone into the forest many times before but she was never so stupid as to stray so that the village was not in sight. Though the birds chirped merrily in a false lull of security she knew what could be waiting in the darkened shadows of the forest. What could be prowling behind the bushes. Bears and cougars as well as other wild animals have been known to snatch up a traveler or two.

And other things that are much worse…

Lightning could still hear the voice of the village elder warning them not to play in the forest when they were little. Pounding it into their heads. Her old, rickety voice always crooning on about dark; wicked things…

You best listen little girls and boys;

She once said.

This is more important than your curls and toys;

For a dead man tells no tale,

And you must never wander off the trail,

To a wolf you must have no ties,

For their skin is only a clever disguise,

And though their charm might have a tang,

You must never forget the fang,

Never fall into those eyes,

The color of shining fireflies,

Or the songs so soft and sweet,

It is how they lure their meat,

They like their victims soft and pretty,

Oh, these merciless creatures who show no pity,

Heed the old stories meant to scare children in the night,

For it is the wolf inside that you should fear the bite,

The men in her village always joked about the stories they where told as children. Laughing and jabbering on about how they couldn't believe they fell for those 'old wives tales.' They put on a brave front in front of the women; promising to 'protect' them from the 'monsters.' But Lightning could see the fear hidden within their eyes; could hear the nervousness that lay just behind their fake laughter. And no one would laugh when a corpse was brought in. The bodies mauled and even partially eaten sometimes. Though no one would say it out loud it was no secret that no cougar could leave marks like that. And not even a bear could tear something apart so ferociously … and so effortlessly.

Even that giant bull of a man Snow would mummer something about seeing strange shadows and gleaming eyes outside of the cabin sometimes at night before promptly changing the subject. To uncomfortable to speak about it for long.

Lightning paused to peer into the dark forest; searching. Then picked up the pace into almost a jog. She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, and her gut feelings were almost never wrong. Whatever it was there was no denying that it was somewhere in the forest. And it grew big, and strong, and fast, and smart. It was clever enough to rip a whole caravan apart without leaving a single trace that it was there. Sometimes an attack would happen and then everything would be quiet for years. Gone, as if it never existed.

Suddenly the bushes rustled harshly to Lightning's left. She stopped; throwing down her basket and practically ripped her saber off of her belt. Poising it to her lower right side to make a swift upper strike. A flash of white shot out of the bushes, coming straight at her. With no hesitation she struck the blade upwards just as the thing was above her head.

The air was full of sweet smells. Of chocolate, and cinnamon, and dough, and sugar, and caramel. It almost masked the scent of human and the faint touch roses. The ground passed quickly as a deep growling echoed into the shadows of the forest. It was joined by the heavy thudding of paws. The leaves flew up into the air at the disturbance before settling down as if nothing ever happened. Then the heavy rustle of the bushes and the feeling of air. And a sudden streak of silver rising up from the ground.

There was a loud yelp as the sharp blade cut through something. Meeting a hard resistance at first but then going through it like butter. Lightning stood there, shocked as a thick, warm liquid splattered across her face. The body landed behind her with a hard "thunk." Sprawled halfway on the path and unmoving.

After a second Lightning's hand moved to wipe her face off. Coming back covered in deep red blood. It was dripping down the blade of her sword as well. Staining the ground with maroon red. Then she slowly turned to inspect the body. As she stiffly bent down to touch it a feral snarl ripped through the air making her jump back in surprise. The beast lurched itself onto all fours and bounded off. It got a few feet away before it tripped up and rolled. With another pained yelp it clawed its way over to a tree trunk before turning back to growl threateningly back at her.

Lightning, however, could only stare dumbfounded at what she saw before her.

It was a boy. No more than seventeen. Wearing only a pair of short black pants, a green bandana around his neck, and an orange jacket. His thick white hair falling messily around his face. His eyes a mint green and shining brightly; like a jar of fireflies in the dark. But perhaps what was the most amazing was the large fluffy white tail sticking out of his back and two big wolf ears pointing upwards out of his white hair.

He looked half starved. His left arm was split wide open and was bleeding profusely. And his lips pulled back to reveal a set of large, wicked looking fangs.

Lightning didn't know what to make of it.

I've read through this a few times but my spell check is nearly as old as I am. So if you see a mistake point out where it is and I'll try to fix it as soon as I can.

On other note I was going to leave it a cliff hanger at the word 'unmoving' but I decided against it. I didn't want to chance getting maimed.

That's pretty much it except for the fact that there is a 99.9% chance that I will eventually slack off on this. If it's been a while (give it two or three weeks) and I still haven't updated feel free to leave some obnoxious post about how I'm lazy. I can sometimes put things off until eventually I forget about them so seeing something like that will jog my brain and I'll get back to work. O_o