“Seraphina no!” Mr. Barnes unexpectedly screamed, his voice carried down the hall. I didn’t know why he was showing so much persistence against me seeing the wolf. I was the one who brought him here. Mr. Barnes had made another attempt to grab me but I had already pushed through the doors. I didn’t know why Mr. Barnes was acting so weird, even Granny was confused. To what I expected, the wolf was lying there peacefully hooked up to an IV, his light breathing made itself apparent in the room. In a comfy blue memory foam dog bed holstered up on the operating table, was where I approached the wolf.
“What happened to him?” I asked in a light whisper. The wolf was awake but his blinks were slow, he must've been fighting sleep. Once his eyes caught mine, I gave him a broad smile. My hand found
