The cry of the wolf

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…When he finished, the wolf lowered its head and rested it on its paws, its eyes closing slowly. Carter remained kneeling beside it, his heart full of a mixture of awe and a dawning understanding. He had stepped into a world far older and more complex than he had ever imagined. He was no longer just a boy who lived near the woods; he was now a keeper of its secrets, a protector of its ancient heart. The cry of the wolf had indeed woken him, and now, in the deepening darkness, he knew his journey had only just begun.