I woke with hope in my heart.
I was a hunter. I had to hunt. My handler was right: It was my blessing and my curse.
But hunting did not necessarily mean killing.
Perhaps I could hunt this monstrosity behind the stars. Perhaps I could catch it. Perhaps instead of killing it, I could tame it.
Iβd never wanted anything more in my life.
I did not tell this to my handler or to anyone else. They all claimed this wolf was eating the universe, inflicting destruction on an unimaginable scale. They believed there is no taming such destruction. They believed we can simply destroy destruction before destruction destroys us.
I knew that man can triumph over nature without destruction. And what is a wolf but a pinnacle of nature? Instead of destroying nature that we do not understand, why not harness and elevate it to its full potential through the intercession of humanity?
To harness such a force of nature would be a triumph to crown all triumphs.