"Little Red," or Ginger had been one of the girls always questioning why things were the way they were. But after the first few beatings she had learned how to keep her mouth shut about things. This by no means of course mean that she wasn't still curious. Growing up she had been a cute child, with freckles that sat under golden brown eyes and a full head of deep brown hair that was streaked with red from the sun. She had grown out of most of her freckles and been left with lightly tanned skin from the sun.
She was to be married off to a suitable man, that her father approved of. While she didn't hate the lad, she didn't love him either. But she was a good daughter and despite her curiosity she would go along with hers father's wishes. That was until one day he vanished, just upped and left. Many claimed it was the dangerous werewolves about them that had done it. Though Ginger wasn't entirely convinced, one of these days she would soon figure out why her father had vanished, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves. For now the wedding was put out of the thoughts of her mother and the man's family she was to marry, she was given the space to mourn. Though in her case she was solving the mystery without any clue as to what she was getting herself into.