The Storyteller

Chapter 1: In the Forest

The wolf howled. Somewhere amidst the green foliage, he was lurking. The trees blocked him from sight but she knew that he was waiting to pounce.

Meredith span around. Dressed in a soft green and brown hunting cloak she was concealed from sight. She swayed slightly, trying to match the motion of the leaves to disguise any small arm movements she made while she drew her long hunting knife.

There was another howl. It was closer than before. Meredith stared into the dense bushes, her heart pounding in her chest. A stick snapped and the sound resonated through the silent forest. The beast was getting closer.

Emerging through the trees, the grey wolf flashed into the clearing where Meredith was standing. He growled and she could see his sharp fangs and gleaming, red eyes. She gasped in shock. The wolf was big. Bigger than she had ever seen before. Shaking her head slightly she let her fighting instinct kick in and she moved forwards. Lunging towards the wolf, she hurled her knife across the clearing. Her dagger smashed into the wolf, hilt first.

Snarling in anger he rose up on two legs and leapt at her. Meredith fell to the ground under the weight of his heavy paws and gasped for air. She could see the yellow, hungry eyes staring at her and she felt the breath on her neck. 'Mel!' she whispered. Her world blacked out and she fell unconscious.

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Authors Note: Hey everyone!  How do you like it?  Who is Mel? What do you think will happen next? Did she die? 

Feel free to answer in the comments!

-BekyWalez