The Ghosts we see at Night

Beacon Hills has a protector lurking in the woods; a black wolf who's been seen every now and then, despite there being no other wolves in California. He protects hikers and runner from the threats they don't even see, never looking for anything in return. People only catch a glimpse of black fur or blue eyes, glowing in the trees; he's become a legend told around the campfire, speculation whether he even really exists or how long he's been there.

His howls fill the night, stilling the forest around him as the creature in the woods listen to him mourn. He sounds broken and lost, people hear the sounds echoing through the trees and they all wonder what happened to him? Why doesn't he leave?

The stories are all far better than the truth. The stories make him seem like some mystical creature, a phantom in the woods.

Not a man who only one year ago lots the person he loved most in the world.