Humans think Little Red Riding Hood is nothing more than a fairytale, but we hoods know better. We despise the woman who committed the darkest sin one of our kind can: falling in love with a werewolf and becoming his mate. The fairy tale didn't end the way you've been told. Unless you've heard the version in which Little Red was roasted on a silver spit over a fire, that is.And me? I'm more than just her namesake. I'm her legacy.