I found what I thought was a muddy, abandoned puppy by the river after work — cold, shivering, and barely alive. I wrapped it in my jacket and took it home, heart aching at the thought someone might’ve tried to drown it.
Once home, I filled the tub with warm water to clean it up. But as the dirt washed away, something felt… off. The fur was thicker than a dog’s, the paws too large, the claws too sharp. Then it looked up at me with glowing amber eyes — and growled softly.
I called a vet, pretending it was just a stray dog. But the moment he saw it, his expression changed. “That’s not a dog,” he said quietly. “It’s a wolf cub.”
The next morning, I brought the little wolf back to the forest where I’d found it. It paused, looked back at me once, then disappeared into the trees.
