The Wolf

When I was young, mom told me the story of red riding hood, only we used to called it Layla and the Wolf.
The Wolf tells the same story, but waay differently.







I did as I was told. I found the two buckets Alfie gave me for my grandmother and I filled one of them with water, then I ran as fast as I could to the same place I was in. The bucket made running harder, it was heavy and it kept on splashing water, and the woods were dark at night, I could barely see anything. But then I finally heard them and figured I was there. 

"I brought the water!" I called. "How is he?!"

"He's alive." Jake said. "spill it on his wounds while we carry him to the lake." 

"Alfie." I called. "Talk to me." But Alfie had his eyes closed. 

"He's unconscious, but he's alive." Joey said. "Now are you going to help him or will you just watch us carrying him?" I started spilling the water on his wounds while running with the boys. 

"Why the lake? He should be taken to the hospital."

"The lake has healing powers. It works fine on humans and excellent on werewolves, especially if the wounds are caused by other werewolves, that's why we chose that place as our place. We'll need to take him to the hospital afterwards, but we should take him to the lake first, nothing can heal a werewolf scratches like it." He had scratches on his back and on his chest near his heart, and he was bleeding all the time now. 

"It's all my fault." I said, crying silently. 

"Well," Joey said. "It's our fault he wanted you, so you're not alone." 

"Hold on there, little one." Jake said. 


When we reached the lake, they laid Alfie there, then we started scrubbing his wounds with water, Alfie seemed to wake up, but he was in pain. 

"You'll be alright." I told him. 

"Just a minute more.. and that's it, we can should take him to the hospital now."




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