Bigby Wolf stood atop a nearby building, his keen eyes fixed on the scene below. He watched as Little Red Riding Hood clutched her basket tightly, fear etched across her face. Unable to bear the injustice, Bigby leaped from the roof, landing with a graceful thud between the woodcutter and his intended victim.
"Leave her be," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through the square.
"You! You're the wolf!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling as she recalled past encounters.
Bigby turned to face her, his expression softening as he raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "I've changed, Little Red. I'm not here to harm you," he assured, his tone earnest and soothing.
The Woodcutter scoffed at Bigby. "And what do you plan to do, wolf? Save her?" he taunted.
Bigby met his gaze with unwavering determination. "Yes, and I'll do whatever it takes," he asserted, his voice steady.
Bigby watched him leave, then turned once more to Little Red Riding Hood. "Let's get you to your grandmother's," he suggested, his voice gentle now.
Little Red Riding Hood hesitated but saw the sincerity in his eyes. "Alright, but no funny business," she warned, her voice still cautious.
Bigby walked beside Little Red Riding Hood, his large frame moving with surprising grace. "I meant what I said, you know. I've changed," he said, breaking the silence.
Little Red Riding Hood glanced up at him, curiosity replacing her earlier fear. "Why? Why help me?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
Bigby sighed, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "Everyone deserves a second chance, even a big bad wolf," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
As they approached the door, Little Red Riding Hood paused, looking up at Bigby with newfound trust. "Thank you, Bigby," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude.
Bigby nodded, his heart lighter than it had been in years. "Anytime, Little Red," he replied, watching as she entered the warmth and safety of her grandmother's home.
