The group entered the church cautiously, the animals bundled in warm blankets, their tiny bodies barely stirring. The wolf followed closely, her sharp eyes darting between her cubs and the humans handling them.
Marianne led them to the side chapel where it had all begun. The quiet space now seemed transformed—a sanctuary not just for prayer but for healing. She and Brother Paul carefully placed the animals on a large blanket spread across the floor. “What even are they?” whispered Brother Paul.