Enter to the forest of eternal night

Once upon a time, when some of the ancient magic still strolled in the world of man, and the morphing man wolves remained free as child's of the land, there was one with a broken heart, one of the wolves that roamed within the biggest pack was as sad as the merciful gentle rivers due to a witch that broke him apart, he knew that he was not the best one in the world for all, but he tried with all of his might to be the best for her... and in the end, all of his efforts were taken in vain due the witch went away leaving him howling to the moon, waiting for that sweet cold light to answer his cries.
After taking the leave from his pack, swearing that one day he will come back to protect them, while the ancients told him to go and seek for peace for his spirit and his mind, he was just searching for oblivion for himself, or even for the cold embrace of the final lady that take you to the great spirit place. He took a way, far from his lands, far away from the trials that brought tears and pain in order to try and heal his wounds, while on the way, he encountered many more creatures that needed help, and due in his blood the protective spirit of his people still roamed he defended them all, with his teeth and claws, with his speed and strength, for them to heal and be free again, but being the creature that he was, a lot of them just regret meeting him, considering him a monster
Some others took him as family and embraced him, helping him to heal some wounds and to warm his cold broken heart, as the time passed, he went on and on, walking and searching for the truth to his soul, encountering just more family and friends, more pain and disgrace, and more reasons to fight, but no one of this new founding was the truth that he was seeking for.
Until one night, that as a wolf he wondered, trough a dark forest of a far away land, while he cried to the moon with his story again, the light of the mother went trough a path, hidden within the shadows of the tallest trees of the forest, as his own grand father have showed him, never to ignore the knowledge of the great spirit and his signs, he dashed trough the fallen leafs and within the light, avoiding small night creatures, and when he reached the end of the road a solitary silver pond was peacefully still in the front, no sounds and no mourns, just the clear water illuminated by the sweet moonlight.
And of course, after the rush he needed a fresh beverage to calm his thirst, and so calmly he reached the pond, and with his tongue tried to drink from the silver water...
As soon as he touched the liquid light, a force took him by, taking him all along to the bottom of the pond, with his senses long gone and perfectly slept the moon light took him to a forest unknown, where the night was eternal and the sounds were different, with new smells to found  and new beings to know, for the wolf was now on the silver forest for him to keep his hunting...