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Faith the Werewolf © Me

The transformation finished, there stood a seven foot tall female werewolf, plenty of curves but with dense muscles underneath it all. Faith stood shocked at this, but slowly started to examine her new form. It was powerful and fast, she felt she could have run a marathon twenty times over if she wanted. She started to admire her new body, but she was troubled with thoughts of being unable to become human again, or the fact that the hood had little slits for her wolfish ears like it had been intended to be worn by a werewolf.

It wasn't until she found the hidden pocket woven into the cloak did she have her answers. A bunch of letters, the oldest dating back to the US Revolutionary War, were from woman who had worn the riding hood before her. They spoke of the fairytale of Red Riding Hood, how the Big Bad Wolf cursed the hood to turn anyone of the fair sex who wore it into the new Big Bad Wolf, how the madness part of the curse had been broken but the curse of lycanthropy remained.

They all spoke of her their deeds in protecting the innocence and maintaining the balance between both the normal and supernatural of the world. And how it was always the duty of the next Red Riding Wolf to carry this mantle until the hood is given to someone else.

Faith felt a swelling sense of pride and honor after reading these letters, while it never had been her dream to be a superhero or even throw herself into harm’s way, she felt she had a duty to continue the werewolf line of generational heroes. And while she soon learned she could easily return to her human form if she wished it, and easily turn back into her wolf form without the hood, she always wears the riding hood when she goes out on patrol at night, keeping the memories alive as the new Red Riding Wolf.