Red Riding Hood (BoyxBoy Story)

Where Wolf

Cassidy POV

Wolves? It can't be, and yet, why am I seeing a huge black wolf behind my captors, standing among the trees? The wolf bares its teeth and growls lowly, the leader freezes, his grip on me loosened enough for me to force myself up and swing a punch at him. I manage to hit his jaw but his men grab me from behind again. This is harder than I thought. Also, I've never had to train while injured. Clearly, my father's concerns are more well-founded than I thought.

"Let 'im go! Leave him to the wolf," the leader yells at his men and they drop me. "Come on, let's go!"

The black wolf begins sprinting towards me. And my heart starts pounding faster in fear but it leaps over my body and at the men. The rest of them begin running faster in panic. The wolf snarls and pounces on one of the bandits, ripping his throat out. I watch the gruesome scene with wide eyes, too stunned to realise that now would be a perfect time to get the hell out of here. The wolf doesn't chase the remaining men and instead, turns towards me. 

Double s**t.

It's too late, by the time I realise what a golden opportunity I had, the wolf had seen me. And it was looking straight at me with— with really beautiful green eyes. Wait-now isn't the time to admire this majestic black wolf with really amazing green eyes who probably wants to eat me too. 

Get up!

I stand shakily. The adrenaline that coursed through me just now seems to be waning.

"Please don't eat me Sir wolf. I don't taste good. I swear. You are really pretty." The wolf huffs and smirks at me. Or at least it looks like it's smirking. Can wolves have facial expression? "Uh stay there, don't come closer! I mean it!" I back away as fast as I can without aggravating the wolf into jumping on me. I backed away until my back hit a tree. I jumped in surprise and the wolf huffs again. 

Oh my god. I am pathetic. A tree??  Where is my dignity? 

The wolf prowls its way toward me, that stupid smirk on its face all the while. "Shit..." I breathe and close my eyes.

Please let this be quick and painless... 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Nothing's happening?! 

Slowly, I peek out through my eyelashes and find myself looking straight into the wolf's own emerald eyes. 

Holy f*****g s**t! It's looking at me! What do I do?? Why is it not eating me? Wait, that sounded wrong... Argh! Not the point you stupid brain! Oh my god oh my g—is he sniffing me? What?? 

Nothing was happening and I was having a really spastic conversation with myself. So I opened my eyes again. The wolf was sniffing at me. Its wet nose travelled from my neck to my armpits and then— "Hey! Don't sniff the family jewels! Not cool!"

The wolf huffs at me again and rolls its eyes. Whatever. It nudges my broken wrist with its snout. And ow, that hurt. Without all the adrenaline in my system, I was starting to feel the throbbing in my injured wrist and my ribs. My ribs were definitely bruised and possibly broken from when the bandits kept using me as their personal punching bag. Yeah, it's starting to hurt really bad. I looked around me, everything was basking in the glow of the full moon. It was night already and I hadn't even realised how late it was. Father would be so worried right now...

The sound of whining brought me back to the present. 

"You aren't going to eat me, are you? I mean you would have eaten me already if you wanted to," I said to the wolf. "I don't suppose you could help me get home?" 

The wolf stared at me before turning around and walking away. Then it turned back again and looked at me as if to say Aren't you coming? Oh well, okay. I guess I could follow it, it was better to find somewhere safe to sleep and then make my way back to the manor in the morning. I followed the wolf, it led me off the path and through the woods to a quaint little cottage among the trees. I looked at the wolf. It tilted its head towards the cottage and looked back at me. Hesitantly, I walked up to the front door and knocked. Nothing. I knocked louder. Again, nothing. I looked at the wolf. It looked back at me with an amused expression.

"This house is empty isn't it?" I asked. The wolf huffed and nodded. "Okay."

I entered the cottage. It looked lived in which was strange. There was no one there. Maybe the owner went out for a bit, but who would go out on a full moon. I turned, the wolf was there. I climbed the stairs and entered the nearest door. It was a bedroom. The bed was queen-sized and the sheets were a dark red. I turned, the wolf was standing just outside the room door.

"You coming?" I asked. The wolf just strolled into the room like he owned the place. Whatever. I untied the laces of my riding hood, which surprisingly was still in impeccable condition with a few grass stains easily removable, and hung it on the back of the chair beside the bed. The wolf turned and led me to a bathroom where I ran my swollen wrist under the cold water until it was numb and then wrapped it up as tightly as possible in some strips of cloth I found since I didn't have any sticks to make a splinter.

After that, I went back to the bedroom and crawled under the sheets. It felt like I was floating on a cloud. The wolf jumped up and struggled to get under the sheets with me. I chuckled and lifted the sheets for it. It snuggled in right beside me and I threw my good arm over it and stroked its fur a little. 

Mm... it's really soft. The wolf huffed and nuzzled my hair. Maybe I said that out loud. Oh well, never mind. I was too tired to think anymore…