With a hesitant hand, Mr. Carlton lifted the lid of the crate. Inside, there was a jumbled mess of blankets and rags. His hands shook slightly as he carefully pulled back the layers, revealing the creature hidden beneath.
Henry’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight. There, nestled among the tattered fabric, was a young wolf. Its fur was matted and grimy, and its eyes, once sharp, now appeared dull and weary.