As Tina and the others neared the storage room, the sound of howling pierced the air—a series of desperate, haunting cries that made her blood run cold. The howls, filled with a raw, protective urgency, echoed through the halls, revealing the wolves’ deep concern for the small creature they’d brought in.
As she approached the door, Tina heard the unmistakable sound of thudding—heavy, rapid strikes against the wall, as though the wolves were trying to ram their way out. Her heart quickened. The air seemed to thicken, charged with the palpable tension of a moment teetering between danger and desperate hope. Every instinct screamed at her to move carefully, to respect the power these creatures held.