Wolf

This is a short story I was initially going to enter into a competition, and that;s why it's so short. I can't write a proper description without giving away the story!!!

WOLF

 

The golden sunlight stretched its way across the room, lighting up the face of the young woman who was watching the early morning sunrise. Her eyes were dark in the shadow beneath her brow, but in the light they shone a bright sky blue. Her hair was black as night, her skin as pale as the pre-dawn light. Her angular features and sharp jaw caused all of the young men in the land to adore her, including her own brothers.

“Meredith?” squeaked a tiny voice behind her. Meredith turned slowly and gazed down at her youngest sister, Bethany.

“Morning, Beth,” she replied, relaxing. She knelt down and opened her arms, and the six-year-old Bethany ran to Meredith and embraced her. “What’s wrong?” questioned Meredith in concern.

“I heard someone�" a man. He had a big, deep voice, and he was speaking loud. He sounded angry.” A man? That wasn’t right. Meredith’s parents were the only people in the house who were over the age of eighteen.

“Stay here,” Meredith whispered quietly, gliding towards the door. She closed it silently behind her as she exited the room, and then she hesitantly walked towards the door at the end of the hall. She knocked politely, for this was her parents’ bedroom, and she didn’t want to intrude on anything private.

“Come in!” commanded her father’s powerful voice. He sounded calm, and Meredith began to doubt Bethany’s fears. Meredith pushed opened the door and gasped. Standing next to her father was a tall man of twenty. He had fair blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked strong, as though he worked hard all day.

“Who are you?” she mused aloud. He raised an eyebrow, and then crossed his arms.

“I’m Michael Whitlock. I heard of a disturbance that was happening nearby, and I came to check on your family. It seems that you’re all fine. I must leave soon.”

“What disturbance?” she asked hurriedly, before he could leave.

“A wolf,” he informed her bluntly. “A large black wolf has been attacking the houses nearby.” Meredith swallowed thickly. A wolf? But that stopped years ago�" the year she was born.

“There hasn't been any signs of wolves for over sixteen years,” she told him, heart racing.

“It’s returned,” he concluded, brushing past her to the door. “I have to leave. I’ll see you again. Farewell, Meredith.” He left, and Meredith wished he would stay so she could ask for more information about the wolf.

 

Michael was called back to that dreadful neighbourhood four weeks later, and he had to lie in wait for the beast and kill it. He waited until dark when the first stars came out, then he saw a shadow. He shot an arrow and the wolf howled, so he knew he was successful. He rushed to the wolf to gauge his efforts, but froze. The creature was still, though it was no longer a wolf. It was Meredith. He had killed a girl. No, not a girl. A werewolf.

Author's Note

I know it's really short, so the story is rushed, but do you think it would be a good idea to turn into maybe even a longer story?

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Keeps you in suspense, I enjoyed it.
also like the details and imagery.
That is up to you if you want to make it longer.
I enjoyed the story!