Marianne’s pulse quickened. She turned her head toward the doors just as they shuddered under an unseen force. Then, the doors burst open. A wild wolf burst through the ornate doors. Worshippers jerked upright in shock as the sacred space suddenly descended into chaos.
Fear gripped the crowd as some tried to flee. Others crouched behind the pews, trembling in silent prayer. Despite the pandemonium, Marianne noticed something strange: the wolf carried a small form in its mouth, clutched gently in its jaws. It didn’t resemble typical prey, which piqued Marianne’s curiosity and concern.