The red wolf reacted slowly, lifting his enormous head toward me and looking at me with glassy eyes. He was not well. He was sitting on the concrete floor, crammed inside the cubicle that wasn’t wide enough for him to stretch his legs, with his right shoulder and temple resting against the metal mesh. He looked at me, but I couldn’t decipher what he was trying to tell me. A stab of pain gripped my heart, and then I realized:
“André! ANDRÉ!” I shouted again, and I panicked.
“Shut up and walk! Damn it, get in there!”
Álvaro tried to shove me into an open cubicle, but I resisted.
Where was Andre?
I was not going anywhere until I saw him, and that monster would not be able to force me.
I moved my head frantically, searching for him, when the small white shadow passed quickly behind me: a
