Howling Wolf

stening, waiting for something. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and pine, the silence almost oppressive except for the occasional

heart was racing, but it wasn't from fear-it was from a deep sense of anticipation,

undings as if she could see more than what was visible. Every now and then, she would glance over at him with a quiet, knowing sm

small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a large stone, ancient and worn by time, covered in moss and lichen. It was u

Anthony. Her expression was serious now, her eyes focu

ridge. The place where the Silver Wolf's power

something, but this-this felt different. The stone seemed t

he asked, his voice b

"It means you're here. This is where you will connect with the

dea what she meant by "connecting" with the Silver W

shift. A sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, swirling around them like a whisper from the past. The

d with an intensity he hadn't heard before. "You have to let go of yo

e him was stirring. Something ancient and powerful was awakening, something he couldn't control but could

ugh him, stronger than anything he had ever felt. It was like a lightning bolt, but not painful-more like an electric current coursing thr

" he breathed,

nd. It's not something you can force. It's something you have to accept. The Silver Wolf is withi

d him seemed to shimmer with an unseen force. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it,

ver Wolf is inside me?" His v

a protector, a force of nature. And you are its chosen guardian. Th

ept this? Could he truly believe that he was meant to be the guardian of the Silver Wolf, a

n't deny that there was something undeniable about it all. The ridge had called him back. Th

said, the words slipping ou

t have to be ready. You just have to take the first

rt of him that had been dormant for years was finally coming to life. The connection to the ridge, to the Silver Wol

moment he had been waiting for. The path that would lead hi

words feeling more real

ed, her smile widenin

ward the heart of the ridge, knowing that wha

r Wolf and the legacy that has been passed down to him. Lillian's