Little Red Riding Hood could barely believe what was unfolding before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stepped back, her movements shaky and unsteady.
Each step was a struggle, as if the weight of what she was witnessing pressed down on her. Then, a haunting, mournful howl pierced the thick air. It was filled with such pain and desperation that it echoed in her soul. Without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the mist, leaving the creature behind, alone in its sorrow.
The fog swallowed her small, frail figure like a lost wolf cub. As she vanished, William stood frozen, his body overcome by an icy chill that crept into his bones. The monster before him, once vibrant with menace, now seemed lifeless. Its eyes, once fierce and wild, had dulled to a lifeless gray, void of any spark. He could sense it; his life was in danger. A surge of anxiety rippled through him, making his hands tremble. The threat was real, and it was closing in.
