A few feet away, a customer fumbled for their phone, whispering, “Should we call animal control?” Another backed toward the door, torn between curiosity and the urge to flee. Mark ignored the growing tension. His focus was on the wolf. “You want me to come with you, don’t you?” he murmured.
The wolf didn’t growl or make a sound, it simply turned and trotted toward the entrance, pausing to make sure Mark was following. Taking a deep breath, Mark grabbed a small first-aid kit from behind the counter and stepped outside. The cool night air sent a slight shiver down his spine as he crouched beside the tiny animal, a baby rabbit, barely moving. It wasn’t visibly injured, just weak and cold.