Exchanging a determined look with Brother Paul, Marianne concluded they had to try. “We have to bring them back to the church,” she said, voice trembling with equal parts fear and resolve. “It’s the closest place with enough space and resources to help.”
Drawing a deep breath, Marianne gently lifted the most injured animal. The wolf let out a low growl, but it wasn’t as menacing as before. Slowly, the others gathered the remaining animals, swaddling them in blankets. The wolf watched closely, pacing back and forth as if waging an internal battle.