Wolves' Time
When they would come to the door and brought news of hunting the wolf, she used to be afraid. Now, she was terrified.
She hadn't known. That was it. She hadn't known.
Hadn't known the wolf was her. Hadn't known.
She felt terrible for what she'd done. She killed the one she loved; convinced he was the wolf and not her.
But she was wrong. Oh, how she was wrong.
Now she cries. She cries for numerous reasons.
She killed her love.
She killed at all.
She could've killed others as well, without knowing.
She is the wolf.
She is a danger to everyone she loves. She is a danger to everyone around her.
For if that red hood slips off…
She will become the wolf.
Now she is terrified.
She is terrified that somehow she will lose her hood, that she will become the wolf, that they will find her and she will die.
Now Wolves' Time is every day for her.
For she is the wolf, and always will be.
Now she sits and cries as her Wolves' Time, each day, comes and goes.