The cry of the wolf

Previously

…He looked at the creature, no longer just an injured animal, but a living embodiment of the ancient mysteries he was only beginning to comprehend. The dangersHemlock had spoken of were real, but they were not the simple threats of fang and claw. They were something far older, far more insidious. And he, Carter, had somehow become entangled in their unfolding. The cabin, once a sanctuary, now felt like the precipice of a vast, unknown world. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that his quiet life was over. The cry of the wolf had not just woken him from sleep; it had awakened him to a destiny he could no longer ignore.