Under the cloak of night, I, Hunter, advanced along the road with Zora by my side. Our lupine forms, the bearskin on my back, hinted at the journey we were undertaking towards the Sawtooth National Forest in Idaho, a land that stretched across the majestic Rocky Mountains. However, as we reached the road, Zora halted, sparking my bewilderment.

“It seems we've arrived, Hunter,” Zora announced with a smile.

Incredulous, I denied, “Impossible. We barely left Alastair's ...