He considered reporting it to wildlife authorities, but doubt held him back. Bureaucracy moved slowly, and he feared they’d simply put a bullet in the animal to “resolve the risk.” The thought of that amber gaze extinguished without understanding its guardianship twisted his stomach.
As he crossed the river path, he noticed footprints in the mud. These were human, not animal. Someone else had been there recently, circling near the wolf. Adrian’s chest tightened. Curiosity wasn’t his burden alone. Had the farmers already interfered? That could mean bloodshed!