The officer stepped forward, blocking the doorway. “You can’t be serious. This thing could lead us into an ambush—or worse.” Marianne looked him in the eye, her voice firm. “If it wanted to hurt us, it would have already. Please, trust me.”
The officer hesitated, then finally sighed, stepping aside. “I’ll come with you, but if things go south, I’m calling for backup.” Marianne nodded, a flicker of gratitude crossing her face. Together, they followed the wolf into the night, the chapel doors creaking shut behind them.