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The spell required a maiden to take off her shift and place it under her pillow during the night of the full moon. The girl would dream of a man’s face, and in the morning, she would find an object by her doorstep that would offer a clue about her future husband’s identity.
The hunter’s name was Nathaniel, and, alas, he was not Judith’s lover.
“Lycanthrope. Shape changer.”
“A curse of hunger, where one can never be satisfied. You taste the blood of a fresh kill and then you must hunt at nights. It boils through your body, the evil, because you stole a relic from a faraway land.”
It’s a ballad about a girl who’s dragged to the bottom of the river by her demon lover.
I’d rather have a gentleman than a demon.”
He began humming his tune again. “The maiden was young and fair, she wore a red ribbon in her black hair,” he sang. “Alas, she was not wise, she drowned in the river, it was her demise. Heed the warning and let this song ward you away from evil and wrong.”
“The name doesn’t matter. You know me. I have no silks or gold, but I’d promise to eat your enemy’s heart and tear their lungs out with my claws in exchange for your kiss, dear Judith, which is more than a prince could say.”
She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest.
Gently she closed the door behind him and showed him the bed where a warm meal might be had.
