Lana had long been hiding, concealing the wildness within her, afraid that others would not understand the raw, untamed energy that surged inside her. But one cold winter’s night, as the wind howled outside, Lana heard a voice—a howl, distant yet familiar.
It was a wolf’s call, wild and full of longing. Lana stood in her small cabin, listening to the cry, and felt something deep inside her stir. She stepped outside into the snow, her feet crunching in the quiet night, and followed the sound into the woods.