The cry of the wolf

Previously

…Whisper lifted his head, nudging Carter’s hand with his nose. His amber eyes met Carter’s, and in that silent exchange, Carter felt a profound sense of shared purpose. He was no longer just a boy who had found an injured wolf. He was a bridge between worlds, a protector of ancient secrets. The forest was no longer just trees and shadows; it was a living, breathing entity, and he was now a part of its story. The mystery was far from over, but for the first time, Carter felt ready to face whatever lay ahead. He looked at Whisper, his heart full of a quiet determination. He would protect this creature, and in doing so, he would protect the wild heart of the forest.