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The Big Bad Wolf

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“... Once upon a time... A wolf who lived alone in the forest. This wolf was always hungry—he was a natural predator, after all. He had the swagger of a trickster and a funny way of walking. The wolf enjoyed deceiving people who passed through the dark forest. One day, while looking for someone to trick, the wolf met Little Red Riding Hood. A...” A little girl who was taking treats to her grandmother. She had the innocent surprise of talking to the wolf—she was polite... but the wolf wanted to devour her and her grandmother. The wolf followed her along the path and found the grandmother's house. The wolf devoured the grandmother first, then Little Red Riding Hood when she arrived. The wolf was satisfied, but then the hunter arrived. The hunter struck the... ...wolf, and opened his belly, taking out Grandma and Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf was killed, and everyone lived happily ever after.”

This version is a little tale created in the 17th century (1697)—during the Middle Ages, at the height of oral storytelling—intended to teach children through terror. No one knows for sure who wrote it... but legend has it that this was never the original story, and that its true ending is just as tragic.

Thomas Hewwit Contrary to the tales told about him, the true Big Bad Wolf was a man—a man cursed from birth by his witch mother. She named him Thomas, and he inherited his father’s surname and his nature: that of a werewolf. By day, he was a charming, handsome, and slender young man in the eyes of onlookers; but at night, he transformed into a cruel beast, thirsting to tear out a beating human heart. These werewolves shifted into wolves in a psychological sense—their focus could change at will, day or night—yet they possessed canine senses once darkness fell. His unholy nature drove him to seek refuge. As the years passed, Thomas started a family—a wife and a daughter. The child was pure, bearing no trace of his curse. Yet, Thomas was a hunter—one of the best in the eyes of the Crown. He was assigned a specific role: to hunt and kill cursed children. Children just like him. But no one ever discovered what he truly was. Thomas refused the assignment; he was unwilling to stain his hands with innocent blood. The clergy and the Crown condemned him as guilty—a heretic. Thomas lost his family; his wife and daughter were cast into the flames, and he was forced to watch slowly as the fire consumed them. He was exiled and branded a traitor to the Crown. From that moment on, Thomas vowed revenge. He became known simply as "the Wolf," hunting down the Crown’s agents one by one. Man or woman—it mattered not; their heads would end up on a stake at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The people feared his presence; Edinburgh lived in terror of him. For years, Thomas’s thirst for blood was insatiable. That was how it was—and how it was meant to be—until he met her. The daughter of the clergy, of the church—the Crown’s saint. A woman who walked through the woods clad in crimson red. He did not know her name; she worked for the Crown. And for the first time in years, he did not want to kill her. Instead, he desired her. Sinfully. With obsession and possessiveness. After all these years, the wolf wanted to know the saint of the clergy—the daughter of Edinburgh’s high priest. The one he called his girl in the red cloak.

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