That winter was brutal—snow up to the waist, freezing winds, and wolves howling deep in the forest. No one went there unless they absolutely had to. But when the village pipes froze, one man had no choice but to walk into the woods to fix them.

On the way, he noticed something dark lying in the snow. As he came closer, he realized it was a wounded she-wolf with her pup crying beside her. She was caught in a trap and barely breathing.

Helping a wild, injured predator was dangerous, but leaving her to die felt worse. So he cut the wire, cleaned the wound, covered her with his jacket, and quietly walked away, hoping she’d survive.

The next morning, the village was in shock.

Wolf tracks were everywhere. Chicken coops were destroyed. Feathers, blood, and broken cages covered the snow. A whole pack had come during the night.

They hadn’t wandered in by accident—they followed the human scent left on the she-wolf he’d rescued.

The wolves prowled around houses, howled under windows, and even attacked a man who stepped outside. It took torches and guns to drive them back into the forest.

He meant to do something kind… never realizing how much fear it would bring to everyone else.