Jack had always found peace in the forest. The towering trees and rustling leaves were his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the noise of everyday life. One crisp autumn afternoon, as he wandered along his usual path, a faint whimper caught his attention. Pushing aside some tall grass, he discovered a sight that stopped him in his tracks – a young wolf, its fur matted and its breathing labored, clearly injured and starving.
Without hesitation, Jack pulled the leftover meat from his pack and placed it gently near the animal. At first, the wolf eyed him warily, but hunger won out. As it ate, Jack could see the strength slowly returning to its body. He stayed until the wolf could stand, then quietly continued his hike, never expecting to see the creature again.
A year later, under the golden light of sunset, Jack found himself in that same stretch of woods. The peaceful evening was shattered by a bone-chilling howl. Spinning around, he saw a massive wolf charging toward him, teeth bared. His blood turned to ice as he prepared to run – but then, like a miracle, another wolf burst from the trees.
