He drew a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Let’s get her the help she needs,” he said. “I’ll call the wildlife rescue team. They’ll know what to do.” The next morning, Henry and Mr. Carlton made the call to the local animal rescue team.
The team arrived in a specialised van, their faces reflecting a blend of professional concern and genuine compassion. They quickly set to work, carefully assessing the wolf’s condition. When Henry led them to the basement, one of the rescuers, visibly agitated, confronted Mr. Carlton.