The cry of the wolf

Previously

…As Elara disappeared back into the trees, leaving Carter alone once more with the injured wolf, the silence of the cabin no longer felt empty. It was filled with the unspoken stories of the forest, with the quiet strength of a guardian, and with the promise of a deeper mystery yet to unfold. The wolf’s low whimper was no longer a sound of pain, but a murmur of trust, a silent acknowledgment of a bond forged in the heart of the wild. Carter knew, with a certainty that settled deep within his bones, that his life had irrevocably changed, and that the woods behind his house held secrets far more profound than he had ever dared to imagine.