The wolf looked up at Henry with a blend of fear and exhaustion, too weak to even lift its head. Henry stepped back, his mind racing. The sight of the ailing wolf was both shocking and heartbreaking, adding a new layer of complexity to the mystery he had been trying to unravel.
The wolf’s presence confirmed his worst fears: Mr. Carlton had been hiding a wild animal in his basement. But why? And how had it come to be in such a state? The wolf’s condition was dire. Its breathing was laboured. It had not been fed since the day Mr. Carlton was taken to the hospital.