There once was a girl. Who on her 12th birthday, revived a small statue of a wolf from her grandmother. Everyone thought it was a odd gift, but she thought it was wonderful. She loved to hold it and run her finger over the it's smooth back and tail. But after a while, she started noticing something strange happening. Every night, the girl would put the statute on her shelf. But in the morning, she'd find it sitting in her desk or on her night stand. It must be someone playing a trick on me, she often thought to herself. Putting her small wolf back up on her shelf. One day, she had finally had enough of this silly game! She decided that the only way to solve the mystery would be to stay up late, and see for herself. So that night, she laid down in her bed and pretended to sleep. Less than an hour after the sun went down, she heard light footsteps walking around her room. She bolted upright, and was confronted by a strange intruder. Sitting on her windowsill, was a tall, unknown man.
He had silver hair that look like the reflection of the moon on a still pond. And his eyes were like a pair of bright yellow torches, trying to burn their way through her. "W-who are you?" She said as she wrapped her blanked around herself. As if she thought the thin fabric would protect her from this strange intruder. The man chuckled, His lips parting to reveal a row of sharp teeth as he grinned. "Me? I'm just a guardian wolf, little one."
He walked closer to her and she realized with something strange. The man in front of her had dark drown, pointed ears on the top of his head and a matching long tail, covered in coarse fur. "Wolf?" She said, the man laughed. "Yes, wolf. Are you hard of hearing?" She gulped and bit her lip. Then she asked, "H-how did a get in my room? Why have you been moving my wolf?" He smiled in an amused way, and said, "Well, there is a long explanation for your simple question. You see, I used to be a handsome, young, rich, terribly bored man." He put a finger under the girl's chin and lifted her face towards his. He again let a wide grin stretch across his face, showing off his dangerous teeth. "A man who devoured little girls." The girl gasped and jerked away from him, "Y-you ate little girls?!"
"That is the simplest way to say it."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll explain when you're older."
"But why would you eat innocent little girls?!"
"You wound me, I'd never dream of harming an innocent girl. Though when they offer themselves to a wolf, you can't call them innocent anymore. Can you?"
"No one would ever offer themselves to a wolf! They'd get eaten!"
With a chuckle, the wolf-man replied. "You'd be surprised, little one, what a woman will do when charming, handsome man asks her." He sat down on the edge of her bed, watching her like a wild animal stalking it's prey. As she watched the pointed ears on his head twitch, a question occurred to her. "But if you were a man, why are you now a wolf?" The man replied with a dramatic sigh.
"Well, you see, in my hunger one night, I devoured the wrong woman. She was the daughter of a witch, and when her mother found out, she was not pleased. She put a curse on me, a curse that I would become a lonely, stone wolf by day. And a protector of young girls, much like the one's I used to hunt to please my hunger, by night." The man had his head in his hands. He would make you think he was distraught about his circumstances... If it hadn't been for the wicked grin on his lips. "Of course, I still find ways to fulfill my hunger." He laughed. "I simply watch over the girls put in my care. Then in the end, I eat them when they finally offer themselves to me. Girls are, and always will be, the same. Whether you're a man, or a wolf." "So you see," He said, "I am now your protector, until you get rid of the wolf statue." His sharp teeth shone in the moonlight, "Or you reach the age when you'll offer yourself to me, and I eat you too."
The girl gasped in horror at the thought and scrambled backwards away from him. He chuckled. Twirling a piece of hair around his finger."Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of eating you anytime soon. What fun would that be? I'll wait until you're older, when you'll beg me to devour you. " The girl shivered at the thought.
"I-I'll never let you eat me! I'll break you! I'll throw away you as soon as you turn back into a statue!" He laughed then winked at her, sending a new volley of shivers down her spine. "That's what they all said, every single one. We'll see if you keep your word any better."
He looked out the window to the horizon, where the first few rays of sunlight were peeking out into the sky. "Time almost up, it's sunrise." He said. Then, he leaned over and gripped the girl's chin. With a chuckle, he said, "I may have promised not to eat you till you were older. But I see nothing wrong with a little kiss. It'll give us both a taste of what's to come." With that, he pressed his lips against the girl's in a harsh kiss. The girl closed her eyes tight as her heart froze in her chest. Contrasting almost perfectly with his warm, soft lips. After what felt like an eternity, the pressure on the girls lips disappeared. She opened her eyes, and sitting in her lap was her precious wolf statue.
She reached a hand out and picked up the stone figurine, placing it in her palm. She stared at it in awe and a touch of horror for a moment, its secret had been revealed. She pressed her hand against her lips, causing her heart to pound. That wolfish man had just stolen her first kiss, what should she do? She was upset, but should she really get rid of the statue like she said she would?
After a while, she finally crawled out of her bed and put the statue on its shelf with care. She had decided. She didn't want to harm the statue, she wanted to keep it safe. She knew that she'd never let him eat her up, so what would be the harm in having a wolf watching over her? Her hand found her lips again and a blush crossed her cheeks. And she found herself wishing that the strange, wolfish man was back again. Staring at her with those burning yellow eyes, His tail swishing behind him. As she thought him, she stared at the wolf statue sitting on her shelf. It was posed the same way as ever, but she could almost see the corners of it's mouth turned up in a smirk.
Although she would never let the same thing happen to her as all those other poor girls. She still couldn't help but wonder to herself, what would it be like to be eaten by a wolf?
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