Little Red Riding Hood's brow furrowed as she turned away, her voice barely above a mutter, laced with frustration. "I didn't help you. You lied to me..." Her words hung in the air, tinged with a sense of betrayal.
She had believed William was toying with her earlier, and her fists clenched at the memory. There was a moment when she had wanted nothing more than to strike him; hard enough that maybe his head would spin.
But William remained calm, his expression unreadable as he softly replied, "I didn't lie to you."
He offered no further explanation, and truthfully, what could he say? Neither of them had anticipated the twist in their story; the appearance of a werewolf rather than the usual, expected wolf. Fairy tales never prepared you for that. They always stayed on script, neat and predictable. But real life had no such structure.
