32. The World Was Silent

In the stillness of the woods, where shadows dance and whispers linger, Meave's nose twitched as she caught a scent that drew her attention. Her wolf's head lowered to the dirt, nostrils flaring, the sensation tugging at something deep within her. A footprint lay imprinted on the earth, a silent testament to a presence that was no longer there.

The world around her faded as she focused on the scent, her entire being consumed by the need to understand, to know. With a slow, deliberate motion, she raised her head, her eyes narrowing, the truth of what she'd found settling in her bones.

A howl erupted from her throat, deep and long, a mournful cry that resonated through the forest. It was a call, a summons, a message woven in sound, and it spoke of discovery and urgency, of pain and longing.

The howl echoed through the woods, a haunting melody that reached the ears of the rest of the pack. One by one, they responded, their own howls mingling with hers, a chorus of voices that spoke of