Clair
There were four of them, tall and very pale males, with empty eyes and menacing expressions. They were all around me; I was trapped. The males were approaching me slowly, leisurely, step by scary step.
“What do you want?” I managed to squeak with a trembling voice. They weren’t pixies, that was not how the books I had read described pixies. They could only be demons or vampires, but with their appearance, they were vampires, probably rogues.
I was shuddering and my heart was hammering in my chest, beating in desperation like a caged bird. The four males laughed at my despair.
“Who are you?” I asked tentatively again.
“What are you doing lost in these lands, little wolfy? Are you looking for the Big Red Riding Hood?” one of them mocked, grinning at me.
“It’s quite rare
