Free Little Red Hood by Angela Black Page B

should’ve cowered from the sight, but an unnatural calm had washed over her. She felt safe, like nothing in the world could do her harm in the majestic creature’s presence.
     
    Although the werewolf was much smaller than the mammoth-sized bear, it battled with ferocity unlike any born naturally of this plane. With hands still dug deep into the bear’s chest, the wolf man hurled it to the ground with a deafening thud. It wasted no time savoring its small victory and leapt on top of the bear, biting and shredding the thick fur of its burly opponent.
     
    Red could hear it cry out in the same helplessness that once held her tight, and her lips parted in pleasure from the sight. She wanted blood. She wanted revenge.
     
    The werewolf, on the other hand, wasn’t so bloodthirsty and stopped his assault prematurely. He arched his back and howled to the moon, his raked claws pointed down to his fallen foe.
     
    His booming roar tore through the trees and sent hundreds of sleeping birds up into the air and fleeing from their unseen, but heard, adversary.
     
    Everything fled, even the wounded grizzly bear which slinked back into the shadows to lick its wounds and fight another day. The only thing that didn’t budge was Red, still lying motionless on the ground and captivated by the menacing, yet calming creature in front of her.
     
    With his opponent removed from the equation, the werewolf turned its attention towards the bewildered young woman. He crooked his head to the side and looked into her eyes as she did his. There was a connection between them, whether either one of them realized it or not, something primal, carnal, and beguiling to the complete opposites.
     
    Maybe their meeting was kismet, an anomaly, two star crossed lovers whose hearts beckoned only for each other. Or perhaps, their paths were never meant to cross, a perversion of nature that never should’ve existed. Regardless of how their chance meeting came about, both of them were pulled to one another, such a terrifying and powerful pull that neither could relinquish itself from its grasp.
     

     

Chapter Three
     
    Little Red Hood
     
    Angela Black
     

     
    Paranormal Problems
     

     
    The longer Red stared into the beast’s eyes, the more time seemed to slow down and invite her to hold the glance longer. Neither had moved in minutes, too caught up in each other that such needs were but an afterthought. It wasn’t love that drew them together. It was a lust.
     
    The werewolf clutched his head in agony and once more screamed out to the heavens. This time, however, his cry was one of pain. His body began to convulse and deform, bones jetting out of his back and cracking into a hundred little pieces.
     
    He was in so much pain that Red found herself freed from his paranormal bonding and stepped forward to offer her comfort. The werewolf wouldn’t have any of her kindness and snarled at her to stay back.
     
    As the sound of bone and cartilage snapping increased, Red had to turn from the scene in horror, the sight just too horrendous to witness any longer.
     
    A few moments later, the screaming had subsided and she once again found herself in the middle of a still forest, not a sound to be made. She turned back towards the half wolf, half man, in shock. Where she expected to see a wounded animal, she saw a man, as naked as the day he was born and shimmering under the pale moon’s glow.
     
    He stood seven feet tall with rippling muscles and shaggy blonde hair. He had the body of an Adonis and the bronzed skin of a man who worked the earth. It took all of Red’s strength to keep from gazing downwards to his nether regions, where a thick slab of manhood hung down to the meat of his thigh.
     
    Her heart fluttered and her face was flush with embarrassment, yet she could hardly look away in fear he’d disappear back into the shadows.
     
    “Who are you?” she asked. There were a thousand questions circling her mind, and in her excitement, managed