azaella7 on DeviantArt, The Wolfs Last Mistake
The village elders whispered that the decaying manor on the hill was the lair of a beast—a monster that had haunted the woods for a century. They sent me, their best hunter, with a silver blade and a heart full of courage to end the curse. I kicked open the rotting oak doors, expecting claws, fur, and a fight for my life.Instead, I found her.She stood in the center of the drafty hall, the floorboards groaning under the weight of history. She was draped in velvet the color of a fresh kill, standing vibrant and untouched amidst the peeling paint and gloom. There was no fear in her eyes, only a sharp, amused glint."You're late," she purred, her voice smooth as the silk she wore."I’m looking for the wolf," I stammered, my grip on the dagger loosening as her smile widened."Oh, darling," she laughed, a dark sound that made the shadows seem to stretch toward her. "The wolf learned his lesson years ago. He doesn't live here anymore. I wear his color now."She took a step forward, the candlelight catching the dangerous curve of her lips. "He thought I was the meal. He was wrong. And looking at you... I think you’re about to make the same mistake."
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