The cry of the wolf

Previously

…Carter looked at the wolf, a sense of awe washing over him. He hadn’t defeated the blight, not entirely. But he had given the guardian the strength it needed to fight. He had rekindled the flame. He had chosen not to abandon this place, this creature, but to stand with it. And in that moment, he knew his journey with the forest, and with the extraordinary wolf, was far from over. The Heartwood’s secret, the forest’s true nature, was beginning to reveal itself, and Carter was no longer just an observer. He was a part of it.