The cry of the wolf

Previously

…He turned and vanished back into the deepening shadows, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease. Carter watched him go, his heart thudding. He looked at the wolf, its golden eyes now fixed on him, a silent question lingering between them. The wolf’s presence was a secret, a profound truth about the forest. And now, Carter knew, he was a part of that secret too. The choice, he realized, was no longer just about protecting the wolf. It was about protecting the ancient heart of the woods itself. The forest had whispered its secrets, and Carter, listening, had found his own path intertwined with its ancient mystery.