At the howling of the wolves, Roseline questioned her sanity, what was she thinking when she came into the woods at night? Will she live to kill the beast or will she die before she does that?

The howling keeps coming closer and that was when she sensed fear creep into her, if she had waited for the beast to kill her at least she will still have a month to live but now she is about to be teared into shreds by wolves, how many wolves can the little dagger under her gown secured tightly with a rope on her thigh kill? Will she even have the opportunity to kill one?

Rose really wished she had stayed at home, at least by now she would have been asleep in her very soft bed and possibly be having a good dream, she thought she will die in a month but she didn't know that she will die tonight, oh what was I thinking? She thought, the howling keeps getting louder and louder and just then she heard a voice.

"I never knew I will see a fair lady at this hour of the night" the sweet musical voice said "tell me my fair lady, what will thy quest be for you to be in the woods?" The voice asked as she turned to the sound of the voice.