Driven by instinct, Marianne used the hushed stillness to guide the wolf to a small side chapel. It was an enclosed area, often used for private prayer. She hoped it would provide a calmer space and give them a moment to think. Brother Paul followed but remained at a cautious distance.
The click of the door closing behind them felt final, locking Marianne, Brother Paul, and the wolf together in the cramped space. Now, a different kind of vigil began, one loaded with tension and uncertainty. In the dim light, Marianne could see the wolf’s eyes more clearly.