Red Riding Hood with a Twist prologue

On a cold Winter's day, a fret was being discussed. The only child of Margaret and John Whitewood was sickly. Very sickly. So sickly Ruth Whitewood, The child's grandmother suggested doing the unthinkable-Going into the Mountains. In the Mountains, there was a wolf pack. This wolf pack talked and had human characteristics. They were the most gifted healers. However, the price they asked for this for often inexcusable-usually involving much blood or pain. Many people had died at the hands of these cold-blooded creatures.
The child would surely die if it sat there another week. The Whitewood family desperately needed a child. Who would maintain the Farms and hold up the Family honour of the Whitewood family? The Grandma offered to take the child up, but John refused. The wolves would probably slay her before she spoke. They had the most respect for males. Margaret stopped both of the ideas in their headed, saying of they traveled as a family they would look more desperate, therefore gaining slightly more sympathy.
Grandma Ruth spoke,"The Wolves have no sympathy if it's not their kind. They are heartless bargainers and have no conscience. One of us will return dead."
Her words rang clear with a truth that all of them had been hoping not to face.

During the cold hard journey to the mountains, Grandma Ruth's arthritis got worse. She trudged on despite her swollen joints. After the five mile long journey, they set up camp. Their camping gear was thin and cold.
The snow fell hard on their
pad. Pad. Pad. the sound of footsteps awakened the Whitewood family.

Growl. A nose peeked into the tent. That was followed by teeth. Snarling teeth.
"She is sick. Give her to us," The leader shouted out.
"What is the Price?'
The wolves retreated to their group. they talked in hushed voices.
"When your fiftieth Granddaughter is born, you shall return with her. We will take care of her, no buts, ands, ifs, and pleading. And if she tries to run, well, as the Red Queen says or will say in the future, 'Off with her head'.
margaret, who looked at the baby shouted out "deal."
"On the New Moon, you will return and get your child," The wolf snatched the daughter out of Margaret's arms and carried the baby away in her mouth.

Anxiously, the Family awaited the new moon. There was much bickering about if Margaret had done the right thing shouting deal. Grandma Ruth was certainly not fit to go on this trip. Her joints were getting worse, and cold would probably make her bones very brittle. Each day it seemed like she got worse until the very last day when she called her son and Daughter-in-law to her bed where she hadn't moved from.
"Get a stool. I need to tell you something;something important."
"Yes, mother?" John listened with desperation, hoping his mother would say something about a cure.
"There's no chance saving me. I drained all my strength to give strength to the wolves to give the child. She is being fed my strength as we speak. The wolves will probably demand something extra, and claim I owe them something. Give them this," Grandma Ruth gave him a pendant off her neck , "And say the debt is payed. Your daughter will live to a healthy age."
Grandma Ruth closed her eyes and went to sleep. For the final time. She layer in that bed a bit longer, until the warmth went from her body and the light from her eyes.

When John and Margaret came to the Wolf Pack, their daughter was shinning with a new light and was healthy. Sure enough the wolves wanted extra, so John gave them the Pendant and walked off with his wife in one hand, and his daughter in the other.

This was the start of the Whitewood family curse.