Rapunzel took a ragged breath and called back, “What are you?”“Pardon?”“What are you,” she asked again, frustration mingling with her fear, “What sort of beast are you? Are you a wolf?”“Does a wolf walk on two legs? I am a man.”There was a pause before Rapunzel called again, “Are you a manwolf?
Zoe Lore, Knotted: Rapunzel's Story
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