It would be greatly to your advantage if you read the first three parts (Part 1; Part 2; Part 3) of this story before continuing on. If you have, then congratulations! You’ve reached the final part of “Shadow Wolf.”
“Shadow Wolf” is based on a writing prompt posted by Intuitive Writing Guide:
“What big teeth you have, Grandmother!”
“All the better to––”
“Eat me with?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
“Yeahhh, I’m not sure why you thought that would work.”
~ Mirriam Neal
Now, let’s see how the story ends!
Stella
My head bumps into an unseen barrier. Gasping, I push against it with all my strength, which isn’t much. “Marielle!” I cry.
Then the barrier shifts. I push harder, my wings straining. A piece of sky starts to show––if one could call it that. It’s dark but not as dark as the inside of this box.
Am I in the shoebox?
With a heave, I throw off the lid and fly out. My head smacks against something hard. Yelping, I float lower. So much confinement! Sure enough, in the dim light, I can just make out the shoebox.
I’m in her world! But where am I? And where is Marielle?
I peer around the small expanse, limited by the hard substance above my head. To my right is a faint light. Rubbing my head, I fly toward it and meet a cloud of something gray and fuzzy. Shrieking, I try to brush it away, but it clings to my dress. At least it doesn’t seem malevolent, just . . . disgusting.
I continue scraping it away the best I can and glance around. More gray fuzz lingers to my left, but I can easily avoid that. My fingers brush something hard on my dress, and I yank on it unsuccessfully, then realize it’s the anchor. I gently finger the glowing green strand. I’ll come back to you, Lysander.
Oh, why am I delaying? Marielle needs me! I can almost hear her voice crying my name.
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