Love Like Winter

prologue;

The definition between hunter and hunted had become blurred. Was she prey or was she predator. The answer was unknown, but it was very likely she wasn’t the one who was going to survive whatever was about to happen. She could only think of what she had been taught, she could only grip the handle to the silver blade she held and pray that it worked.

Just months ago she was comfortable with life, she wasn’t running from fairy tale creatures. She had never been little red riding hood running desperately from the big bad wolf. But which wolf should she be running from?

Who was hunting her? Would she be able to fight back?

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So excited to write this with my dear Ashleigh. It'll be glorious!!! XD Comments=looove.