She gritted her teeth, dug her heels in and pulled, the heavy load cutting into her cold fingers. Behind her a trail of blood and fur stained the snow.
Forget about little red riding hood. This girl’s hood was black, and this time the wolf was the hunted, rather than the hunter.
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