Beware the moon

"Beware the moon, little one, for it is the time of the wolf."

"Yes granny. Stop worrying, I can look after myself."

"I know you can, my child, but there are many dangers in the forest."

Rosalee skipped away, thrilled at the thought of the dangers that lay ahead. She was vaguely aware of the sound of clumsy footsteps behind her.

Rosalee had never feared the forest, despite having been bitten by a wolf on her seventh birthday, the night of the full blood moon. The pain of the bite hadn't bothered her at all. It made her heart beat faster, her eyes widen, and the hairs of her body stand on their ends. She had felt strong enough to tear down a tree and ran home faster than lightning, the wolves howling after her.

That was seven years ago. With afternoon now growing into night, and the full moon emerging above the trees, Rosalee picked up the pace. She heard the stumbling footsteps behind and, nose raised, sniffed the breeze.

As they reached the clearing, a host of four legged shadows emerged from the trees. The boy froze, looking warily at the line of wolves.

"I just wanted a kiss, Rosalee."

"And you shall have one."

Crossing the distance between them at a single bound, she picked the lad up with one hand around his neck and sank her long tongue down into his throat, causing him to retch. She dropped the boy, licking her lips. Terrified, he ran off.

The wolves were about to give chase when Rosalee halted them.

"Let him go!" she ordered.

There was a long whine, and then...

"Just... kidd...ing."

Amid the blood chilling sound of screams, snarls and tearing flesh, Rosalee chuckled, bounding off after her brothers and sisters.

"Save some for me..eeeeee!"