This is a crossover fanfic of Yellow Rock and Red Riding Hood. It centers around the characters Valerie, Broken Wing, and Angry Wolf, and is full of smut, so if you do not like to read this kind of material, stop now! Also Red Riding Hood and Yellow Rock took place in completely different eras, so I did my best to intertwine them. Keep in mind that this is fantasy, so please bear with me.
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A harsh winter wind lashed across the snow-filled clouds. The trees rustled and whispered, something eerie lurked hidden within the snow-covered forest. Valerie paused. Through frosty lashes she scrolled the snow-glazed trees; nothing, only the lulling sound of wind whirling, whistling, and howling in the distance. She exhaled to calm the fearful tides of emotions swelling within; her breath fog bloomed before her lips and then blew away as if part of the winter breeze.
Valerie had ventured into the forest before dawn while her village slept under the haze of the golden moon. At the mere thought of the moon, she shivered as a chill ran up her spine, as last night's moon was no ordinary moon, but a wolf moon. On nights of the wolf moon, it was rumored that the local native warriors shape-shifted into wolves to protect their sacred lands from invaders.
Just last year an entire mining camp had been torn into bloody shreds and left to rot beneath the pale moon mist. She closed her eyes to mentally travel back to that horrid morning when she discovered their remains. She could easily conjure their distorted faces and crimson organs spattered upon the frosty ground. She could almost smell the acrid scent of warm blood seeping into the icy snow. The men of her village took pity upon the decomposing miners and buried them.
Valerie took refuge that she and her people were safe. They had a truce with the natives by agreeing to stay clear of their sacred grounds and never mine for gold. Through the years, the natives and her villagers had become friends, even allies. Only a few of the natives remained leery of them. She did not blame them for their distrust. They had been cheated and misled by whites before them and only done what was needed to protect their way of life. She respected them for that.
The sound of a branch snapping beamed her back to reality. Her heart pounded wildly, her eyes spiraling in all directions in search of something, or someone. She could feel another's presence. She was not alone. She wanted to run, but courage within stood its ground.
"Who is there?" She called out, trying hard to mask the fear layering her voice.
When no one replied, she firmly said, "I know someone is there. Reveal yourself!"
She turned as soon as she heard his faint steps crunching the hard snow. He had been stalking her underneath the pines. Slowly he emerged from the shadows. The glow of the morning sun fell upon his wind rippled midnight hair casting an almost blue sparkle. He was one of the natives who despised her people, known as Angry Wolf. Valerie knew him; everyone knew him. Rumors whispered that he was a shape-shifter, one of the few who could transform into a man-eating wolf.
Angry Wolf remained silent, glaring at the young maiden through hostile eyes. Valerie captured his gaze. She felt as if his fathomless eyes were peering into her soul. Quickly, she broke eye contact, not wanting him to read her.
She wanted to ask him what he wanted, but had lost her voice. She felt a lump in their throat choking her with fear. She began to tremble. Finally she mustered the courage to look back at him, but he had vanished as if he had been a phantom in the night.
Valerie shook her head. No, this could not be happening. Did she imagine him? No, she was not crazy. He had been there stalking her as death stalked the mortally wounded.
A howl traveled on the wind. He was still there, somewhere in the forest. Terrified she dropped the basket of muffins she had intended to take to her granny's house and fled.
