Noemi’s fear tangled with curiosity. The wolf wasn’t charging; it was beckoning. But follow a wolf into who‑knows‑where? Every survival rule shouted no. Yet something in its tone carried urgency, not hunger.
She rose cautiously, muscles shaky, eyes on those golden orbs that now seemed to plead rather than threaten. The wolf pivoted north along the tide line, padding with sure, silent feet. It glanced back once more.