The old man’s hand trembled as he gently stroked the wolf’s matted fur. The wolf, though weak, looked up with a flicker of recognition, a faint sign of the wild spirit that still lingered within her. “But this isn’t right,” Henry replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
“She’s a wild animal. You can’t keep her like this, hidden away. It’s dangerous for both of you.” Mr. Carlton’s shoulders sagged under the weight of Henry’s words. “I know,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.