Read Little Red Riding Wolf for Free Online

wolf packs. One of these packs was Lynx's home pack known as the Rafe clan, the one she was separated from so early in her life. The other was known as the Fenris clan; mortal enemies of her home pack. It was the Fenris pack that came to the cabin that night when Lynx lost her grandmother.
     
    Over the years, details about that night emerged. Notes left behind by Grandma Anne told the story of how each year, on the anniversary of the night Lynx was found, the Fenris pack came to the cabin in search of her. Year after year, Grandmother Anne told the savages there was no such child to be found. The pack had clearly had enough of the lies and set forth to ensnare Lynx while they sacrificed her grandmother. Trouble was, Lynx showed up late; an entire day late which threw the timeline of events incorrect. Fenris needed to get to Lynx on the day she was found; else the planetary alignment would not be correct for a pack takeover. Any other day and Lynx would be much stronger and the Fenris clan needed her at her weakest to have a chance. After Lynx found out everything behind the reason her grandmother lost her life she felt responsible, and set forth to build a new legacy.
     
    On the eve of the anniversary of her grandmother's death, Lynx had been careful to avoid the property and returned only days afterward to find scattered items and their attempt to track her. No matter where she stayed, she always sensed the wolves were near. It was this year that would be different. This year, she would be ready to finally have her revenge. This year, she'd stay in the cabin and wait to extract her own justice. The anniversary was only days away.
     

Chapter Two: Blending In
     
    Lynx rarely went into the city, but found herself at a local coffee shop thinking about the battle that was to take place in the coming days. She had never used her skills in actual combat, never even so much as been upset with another human being. But that anger had been the driving force that kept her alive instead of giving up after her grandmother died. It was the reason she was here today.
     
    "Oh I'm so sorry!" she heard, as someone bumped into her, almost spilling her coffee. She didn't even look up and waved him off with a flick of her wrist. She cared little for anyone these days, much less strangers at a coffee shop. She was, however, not oblivious to the coffee house patrons whispering and pointing at whomever had just bumped into her, causing her to turn.
     
    "Miss? Can I get you anything? I really am sorry for bumping into your table and nearly ruining your coffee." She heard the gentleman say as she began to turn around to face him.
     
    "I'm completely fine, honest, I..." she said as she looked up into the biggest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen."You're Grayson Lewis, aren't you?"
     
    Grayson hated being identified in public. Typically, the encounters all went the same. They wanted advice, or they wanted to talk about those snappy Super Bowl advertisements. "Did you do this one? Did you do that one?" were common comments that grated on his last nerve. "Are you single?" he heard more times than he cared to admit and hope this time would be different.
     
    "Yes, seems you recognized me." Grayson said, sheepishly.
     
    "I read about you in People magazine. Very good trajectory in your advertising career. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you." Lynx said, genuinely enthused to meet him. Grayson was one of the richest advertising executives in the United States, and made People's 30 under 30 list. That wasn't what impressed her though; it was the fact that he used his money for environmental preservation. He didn't buy fancy cars or houses; he kept a modest lifestyle and used his money to better the world. He was one of the community's best known residents and gave to widespread charities and conservation efforts. Why, just this month he started a campaign to save red wolves from extinction, a cause very near to her heart.
     
    "I wouldn't know