The Howling Silence
## Act I: The Last Shot (20%) The wind off the Atlantic carried salt and the promise of snow when Arthur Winters raised his rifle for the third time that afternoon. Through the frost-crusted scope, he watched the thin grey wolf pick its way along the cliff edge, ribs visible beneath matted fur. Four small shapes tumbled behind it—pups, no more than eight weeks old, all legs and awkward...
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