The creature’s fur was matted with seawater, its golden eyes piercing as they locked onto hers. Noemi’s body tensed, her mind racing. Should she run? Hide? Or try to scare it away?
Her pulse quickened, but the wolf didn’t move. Instead, it let out a low, mournful sound, pacing in front of her with its gaze never leaving her. It wasn’t acting aggressively. It was waiting.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she sat up slowly. Was it lost? Injured? Wolves didn’t approach humans unless something was very wrong.