The cry of the wolf

Previously

…“Alright,” Carter whispered, his voice firm now, a promise made in the heart of the moonlit woods. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.” He gently placed a hand on the wolf’s broad shoulder. The wolf let out a soft sigh, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of centuries. It didn’t move, but it didn’t resist either. It was a surrender, a fragile trust offered in the deepest hour of the night. Carter knew, with a certainty that settled deep within him, that his life, like the wolf's, had just taken a turn into the unknown. The woods, which had always been a place of quiet comfort, had suddenly revealed a deeper, wilder heart, and Carter was about to step inside.