Red Riding Hood looked in the mirror that she kept hidden by the old oak tree. It helped her to remember who she truly was. But if they ever knew what she truly was she would be cast out. These were hard times in Fairyland. Every day she had to fight the urge, the need to shift and run free with the other wolves in the woods. They were similar but not alike. She was the last of her kind. She had searched and searched for others like her and to this day she remained alone.
