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“Eleni.”

“I knew your mother,” the wolf says. “Before she was a woodcutter. When she was just a girl who ran into the forest and never wanted to leave.”

The wolf pulls back the blanket. Not to devour. To show the ribs beneath, the hollow chest. Not Grandmother’s body. Her own. The wolf has been wearing Grandmother like a coat for three days. Little Red- A Lesbian Fairy Tale -Stills By Ala...

“What big hands you have.”

Red asks.

“The better to hold you.”

The wolf shudders. Not from pain.

Red steps closer. The wolf’s scent—pine, wet stone, something ancient and female—fills the room.