The storm had begun to ease, the wind shifting from a violent howl to a whispering breath. Daniel took hurried steps towards the valley. He turned back to see the pack standing still, their eyes still locked onto Daniel, as if waiting for something.
Daniel took another cautious step forward, his body tense. He was no longer in immediate danger, but the pack’s stillness felt unnatural. It was as if they were listening—waiting for something else. A strange unease crawled up his spine. Something wasn’t right.