The pool of blood found told the royal hunters that he had been snatched. And when an article of the Prince’s clothes was found near a wolf den, the King swore to rid his land of the creatures for good.
The Prince’s death had happened when Red was still a baby, so she never knew a time when wolves weren’t feared. And now, here she was wondering through the woods by herself with the sun setting and no way to defend herself if a wolf did attack.
The darker the woods got, the more Red’s heart raced. She had been so stupid not to pay attention to where she was going. The path had to be somewhere in the direction she was headed. But, how far? And, how long would it take to get there?
The one saving grace, Red realized, was that tonight was a full moon. She wouldn’t have had a shot at getting
