Howling Wolf

chest as the images of the Silver Wolf lingered in his thoughts. He had always believed the stories about Windfall Ridge were ju

s echoed in the quiet forest, the mist now thick and suffocating, clinging to the trees and the ground. The howls in the dis

onally. He didn't know how to process what he had just experienced. The Silver Wolf-if that was really what it was-was something bey

s. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table, her hands folded neatly in front of her, stari

e soft but weary. "Did you fi

o her about going out to the ridge, and yet it seeme

hisper. He took a seat at the table across from her, his eyes di

She simply nodded, as though she

e low. "But the stories he's told you... they're more than just stories. The r

Waiting for me?" he repeated, incredul

d tired. She seemed older now, burdened by a weigh

s had a way of calling to certain people. It's not just a creature, not just an

words. "But why me? I don't understand. I've been away from here for yea

u are. It's in your blood. Just like it's in your father's blood, and his father's before him. The Si

part, that understood what she was saying. The pull of the ridge, the draw of the forest-it had always been

d with frustration. "I need to know what this all means.

filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. She

er is not like anything you've ever seen. It draws people to it, people with a connection to the ridge, peo

d. "You're saying I'm supposed to... what?

ilver Wolf is a symbol of the wild, of nature's strength. It's a guide, but it's also a test. I

again. "I'm just a truck d

our blood, Anthony. It's why you've always felt that pull, that unease when you've been away. It's why your father's illness worsened after

overwhelming, and yet, deep down, something inside of him knew she was right. The ridge had always been a part

uch he didn't understand, but one thing was clear: his life had just t

, revealing more about his lineage and the responsibility he must face. It also sets the s