She wants to help Red embrace her true nature and learn to control the wolf. She has to accept the wolf as part of her. And she can start by getting rid of her cloak. She does and she hugs her mom, hopeful that she’ll find a different way to deal with her wolfy side.
Charming does as Red asks and locks her in a jail cell for the night. She thanks him but he says she can thank him in the morning because by then he’ll find whoever really killed Billy. Enter nasty ass King George. Ugh.
I heard that a friend of yours might be in trouble so I came here to gloat.
He thinks Charming is allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment. Either he hands Red over to George to let him and the town dole out their own brand of justice OR he’ll tell the town that Charming is putting their safety behind his own interests. He’ll have a mutiny on his hands!
Charming is not budging. If George wants her, he’ll have to go through Charming. Oh, he looks forward to it!!
In FairyLand, Red spends the night as a wolf with her mom and the rest of the pack. They run under the moon and she doesn’t black out this time; she remembers most of what happened and was able to control herself even in wolf form. Red is no longer afraid of herself.
Mommy is so proud. Now let’s go kill something!
Just kidding! At least she doesn’t say so out loud, but I swear I can almost hear her thinking it.
Back over in Storybrooke, George has riled up some of the townsfolk and although the sheriff’s office is chained up (from the outside I must mention) he decides thy must storm in and get her and basically put the bitch down.
Too bad she’s already been moved to a safeden
It’s more of a safe library than a safe den. Well, it’s ACTUALLY the library. Belle has agreed to chain Red up in her digs for the night.
You know, if you wanted to sleep over you coulda just asked!
Belle also believes that Red had nothing to do with Billy’s murder. Granny interrupts to tell them the mob is six blocks away and Belle wonders at the revelation that Granny has wolf hearing too. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Granny tells her. Especially when you run a hotel.
That Sheriff HottyPants was quite the screamer.
I have nothing witty to say here. I just found this picture and can’t stop staring at it.