[ EU ] A dystopian future where a pack of Big ( Bad ) Wolves terrorize the human population , and the only saviors are a group of female warriors donning red cloaks/hoods .

Night was always accompanied by the howling. Endless, insane, and utterly terrifying, they were the howls of the Wolves. Sometimes screams joined the howling, echoing through the crumbling and empty streets. Human screams, usually, but sometimes they seemed almost like howling gone mad. Those were usually silenced quickly, and the rest of the howls would silence for a few minutes. The Wolves were cannibals, everyone knew it. Most humans knew better than to venture outside after nightfall, but not all. For some the lure of alcohol and whores was too strong, and they made stupid mistakes. They did n't last long, and the village was better off without them. They endangered everyone with their carelessness. 
 
 Sometimes, though, the howls were chaotic, ending mid-cry. On those nights windows were opened and the people relished the small victories, sitting at the sills and looking into the distance. They would wait and watch until morning, waiting for the Red Women to pass by, retreating to rest until night fell and the fight would begin again. Always fighting, always protecting. Roses would shower them as they passed, and men would try and woo them away, hoping for the pleasure of calling a Red Woman their own. None ever did. Red Women made vows when they donned their hoods that they would never take to a man's bed, calling the life of the Wolf Hunt their only future. 
 
 I want to be one someday. I wait for them every night, even on the nights when it sounds like they're on the other side of the village. Any hope for seeing the beautiful Red Women, strong and valiant, is enough to keep me up long past my bedtime. Mother scolds me, but she understands. Once she wanted to be a Red Woman, too, but had been cut for weakness of heart. She said she did n't understand, but I did. Mother could n't kill anyone. She loves everyone too much. I think deep down she knows it too, and is happy that she does n't have to kill. 
 
 Not me. When I hear the howls of the Wolves I get chills, and then I get excited. They're my future. I ca n't wait to leave my home, to go to the remains of the building where the Red Women dwell. I want to learn. I want to fight. I want to meet the Wolves, and I want to join my sisters. I will wear the red, I know it.
