Chapter 2:

I walk into a village. The people are milling about one house. I cock my head, now my curiosity got the better of me. I walk up to a man and ask,

"Why is everyone gathered here?"

He turns around and recognizes me,

"Oh Ms. Hood! A werewolf has just killed a little girl!"

"Right now? In the daylight?" he nods.

"What color was the coat of the wolf?"

"Well I caught a glimpse of the coat as the wolf was running away. I believe that it is black."

I hiss.

Black coats are bad. They are so rare that even I have only heard rumors about them. They are the most powerful and they can attack anytime they want, even in daylight. There is only one wolf who could possibly beat a black wolf: a white coat. It's a battle of light and dark, good and evil.

I wonder why he attacked though. Every wolf has a reason, and this one left the kill behind.

"The town heard her mother's cry for help. The mother saw the wolf attacking her child."

"That is horrible! So you think it ran away because the entire village was coming?" the man nods.

"I do not agree. A black wolf can take on an entire town and have a good chance of survival. There must be another reason!" I shake my head and push my way through the crowd. Finally I reach the distraught mother holding her daughter in her arms. I walk up to her.

"Excuse me. I am willing to help."

The mother looks up and startles.

"Red Riding Hood! You've come too late! You cannot save my child now!"

"No I cannot, but I can save this entire village," I say. I turn towards the villagers.

"What we are up against is one of the most powerful wolf I have ever met! Black coats are the most dangerous coats. Locking doors and windows will not save you from this wolf."

"Then what do we need to do to stop it?" Someone from the back of the crowd asks. I look at who said that. A teenaged boy looks expectantly up at me.

"Do not trust anyone. Your most loved one could be the wolf. Most of the times people do not even know that they are a werewolf." I turn away, back towards the mother.

"I am going to fight this wolf and I am going to kill it," I tell her. She just looks up at me with big, scared eyes.

I turn and walk through the crowd. All the people turn and watch me. All ranges of expressions are splattered across their faces: fear, hope, anger, depression. I have seen countless other towns with people just like these.

I have a little less than two weeks before the full moon comes again, but the wolf could strike any moment. I walk back to the elder.

"Tell your people to keep themselves inside as much as they can. Lock the town gates. And remind them to not trust anyone, even their family." the elder nodded and turned to go give my message.

I gave pep talks to the young men of the village, safety talks to the women, and told the people how to outfit their houses to guard against werewolves. But I knew my preparations would be in vain because a black wolf is the worst of all. I have only heard rumors of black wolves. I have never fought one.

Finally, the town is asleep. I walk slowly to the town gate. The guards took one look at who I was and let me through. I walked a little into the woods before shedding my identifiable red cloak. My bones extended, claws grew out of my fingernails, and fur grew all over me. I shook my snout and growled. It was nice to be back in this shape. I missed my wolf.

Yes, I am a werewolf. Maybe that is why I am so good at tracking (and killing) others of my kind. You might wonder why I kill other werewolves if I myself am one. I do not condone the killing of humans. I track down and kill werewolves that are killing humans. I kill no other kind of werewolf.

I took a long run through the forest before returning to where I left my clothes. When I shifted back, it was the beginning of morning. I walked back to the gates, nodding at the guards. They opened the gates and I walked back into the town, ready for a full day of work.

The week passed by quickly and I soon wondered when the wolf would strike again. Did it just leave or would it strike at the full moon?