I was driving to work when suddenly a wolf ran across the road right in front of me. My heart dropped — I was terrified, almost automatically I reached out and closed the windows. But what happened next was unimaginable and shook me to my core.
The wolf did not run into the forest, as any wild animal would. It stood in the middle of the road — right in front of my car. It stared at me with a heavy, almost human gaze.
Its yellow eyes glowed in the morning twilight, and it felt as though they were piercing into my very soul. The car was running, the engine humming, but time seemed to stand still.
Then the beast slowly approached. Its movements were too deliberate, cautious, as if it knew exactly what it was doing. And what happened next I could not have imagined even in my wildest dreams.
The wolf stood directly in front of the hood. In shock, I slammed the windows shut, my heart pounding as if it would leap out of my chest.
But contrary to all my expectations, it did not run — it slowly lowered itself to the ground right in front of the car. I looked closer and saw blood on its side: a wound from which dark fluid oozed.
For a long time, I didn’t know what to do. Logic told me to drive away and call someone; safety demanded distance.
Finally, carefully putting the car in reverse, I backed up to go around it. But the wolf, gathering its last strength, once again positioned itself across the road, as if trying to tell me something.
In its gaze there was no threat — only a plea.
My heart clenched. Suddenly, from the grass at the roadside, tiny puppies ran out and rushed to their mother, squealing and hiding between her paws.
Everything — work, deadlines, morning duties — faded into the background. I dialed 911, and with a trembling voice, I asked for help, not for myself, but for the injured animal.
At that moment, nothing seemed more important than saving the she-wolf and her pups.