Holly was a very attractive young woman, very bright, charming, polite, kind, good with village children. A very good story teller she was the favorite young adult of the children, she even would spend plenty of time carving wooden masks and making costumes for her story telling and the children. Her favorite was the wolf mask her father had made for her and she would often talk about her fondness of the soft feel of pups fur. One day as the sun was setting a couple of mothers were looking for their sons. "I'm sure they just are playing in the forest on the edge of town, I'll go find them." Holly said as she headed out. "William, John, Samule! Boys… Where are you?" She asked holding her torch higher and straining her eyes to see farther. "Help! Papa!" A young boys voice called through the dark forest. "Boys?!" Holly yelled running toward the cries. "Holly? Help us…" A small boy cried as she found the group. "What're you doing all the way out here. Don't you know what time it is your mothers are all worried sick!" She scolded the trembling boys and as she removed her hand from one's soaked cloaked shoulder and looked at it gasped at the red smeared over her palm and fingers.
"Are you hurt? What happened?" She asked pulling the cloak off the boy and sighed in relief to find him free of injury. "We… we…" One sobbed as another held up some small skins. A howl filled the air as she took hold of the small fur and her eyes widened. "What have you done?" She asked knowing full well she was holding the fur of freshly killed wolf pups. "You… do so much… we wanted to give you a gift… you said you really like the feel of pups fur… so we went to find wolf pups…" Another said between sobs and she took notice how they were all soaked in blood. Quickly pulling their cloaks off and wiping them with hers she pulled them along toward the village. "Boys…" She stopped infront of a a tree that hung over a ledge and lifted one. "I'm going to toss you into that tree be ready." She said and tossed the boy. He clung to the branch and she lifted another "Help him up," She said and the second boy was in the tree. "Climb to the next branch," She instructed and tossed up the last one. "Holly Look out!" One called but as she turned around both wolves pounced one biting into her left shoulder as her right hand raised in surprise she threw the torch over her right shoulder behind her, the second wolf landed on her chest and the force of both wolves pouncing her at the same time pushed her back over the ledge and they went with her. The moment of falling back off the edge froze as she could see her feet from the ground the light of the torch coming from behind her head, the bottom of the branch where the boys stayed safe, the second wolf's face an inch from hers. The feel of saliva and the wolf's hot breath hitting her face hard, the last time she'd hear her name called from the terrified boys in the tree as she fell to her death.
Rolling down rocks with the wolves till finally landing with her left cheek against the dry crunchy fall leaves, one palm flat on the forest floor, the other facing up beside her hip, both wolves lay dead at her sides and the dry leaves, twigs and brush catch flame from the fallen torch. The full moon peaking through the forest trees upon the young woman who had given her life to save three young boys. "Holly!" The boys screamed sobs filling the air as the smoke rose toward the sky. Men from the village had rushed to find them missing children when the smoke could be seen from the town. Getting the boys from the tree and away from the fire at the bottom of the steep hill few braved to go further to try and find Holly or her body but couldn't reach where the boys said she fell for the flames were much to high and hot. Now bearing tragic news the men returned with the boys back home leaving the dry shrubbery to burn and smolder. As the fire died the light brown hair changed to violet, pale flesh with a soft glow against the brown and gray floor, slowly pushing herself up and holding a hand to her aching head and wiping the blood from her cracked skull Holly looked up to the night sky meeting eyes with the pale moon, one amber the other red. Soft nudges and nuzzling at her sides pulled her from her trance and in bewilderment Holly began petting her new companions, two wolves named Trick and Treat. Thus is the end of Holly Lynn Rieder and the birth of Holly Haunt.