On fours, in the form of his wolf Ranson, Mr. Jones raced shamelessly across the seven mountains in search of his kind, he needed their help, he had always sensed that this day will come and here it was. He needed their help, alone he stood no chance against the creatures and entities of the foreboding evil forest.
As he ran nonstop, questions upon questions flooded through his wellbeing… Will they be willing to help him after all that has happened between them in the past, will they forgive him? Will they accept him again? Fine, even if they don’t accept him back into their clan, will they at least help him save his child, Anna?
Ranson arrived at the seventh mountain, he gulped. He looked far ahead of him and saw the familiar rock that marked the border to a familiar place, a place back
