In him a strange and growing force was struggling to solve a great mystery--the reason for his desire to creep out from under his rock and approach that wonderful creature with the shining eyes and the beautiful hair.
Baree wanted to approach.

It was like an invisible string tugging at his very heart.

It was Kazan, and not Gray Wolf, calling to him back through the centuries, a "call" that was as old as the Egyptian pyramids and perhaps ten thousand years older.

But against that desire Gray Wolf was pulling from out the black ages of the forests.

The wolf held him quiet and motionless.