Mud clung to his gloves as he scraped at the surface with his fingers, too afraid to wield the spade. The wolf’s hackles rose instantly, a deep rumble vibrating the air. Adrian forced himself to stop, breath shallow. The beast’s vigilance was absolute. No trespass went unnoticed.
Rain clouds gathered above, dimming the light. Adrian felt the first drops sting his face, mingling with sweat. He imagined another storm swelling the river, drowning whatever lay beneath. He bit back frustration, knowing a single reckless move would turn the wolf into an executioner instead of a guardian.