Red riding Hood
The village of Nunsbury was an old and creaky place. It wasn’t too large but it was filled with the sound of laughter and children.
Omegas supported their newborns on their pups and alphas worked in the fields. The elderly spelt most of the warm summer evenings lounging in the Sun. It seemed like a content place, one that no harm could ever happen to.
Derek Tribe immediately knew he had no business being here. The alpha walked through a few of the markets currently, looking over the country folk. They were simple, not hardened by the smokey things that one called cities. The girls here were bright eyes and plump with pink cheeks - not like the skinny scanty whores Derek was well acquainted with.
He walked by even quicker. He stood out.
Where the fuck was Adam. They should have started to leave thirty minutes ago.