That night, while camping alone for the first time in weeks, Daniel laid awake staring at the sky. The pup had been the only real company he had in years. Now, he was alone again. He told himself it was better this way. But the cold, creeping feeling inside him whispered otherwise.
Daniel spent the night outside the tent, expecting to hear something—a distant howl, a call, some sign that Shadow had rejoined his pack. Instead, the world was silent. And that deafening silence felt way worse than any sound.