She’s looking for affection and the sheep catches her attention.

She looks at him with her big brown eyes. 

Like a lost doe looking for direction.

He leads her down a hidden a path in his forest. 

The flowers lining the pathways make her feel at ease. 

There’s so much laughter and it makes her feel comfortable. 

But the Wolf is there. Hiding. Waiting to pounce on her vulnerability.

She trusts him. He knows this.

The sun sets into the horizon and she realizes quickly that he’s the only one around. It’s dark. Yet, she has been led to believe that he can be trusted.

The Wolf. The Wolf.

She follows him into to the forest, the walkways are no longer defined. She’s lost. 

The days fade into one another and she’s lost a sense of time. She’s lost the sense of herself.

Yet, she continues to follow blindly. As he knows how to play the part. 

But, the sheep’s clothing is unraveling. 

He’s hungry. He’s out for blood.

She’s given it all.

For the Wolf that stole her heart.