Chapter 54

A whimpering from the next enclosure caught my attention, and I managed to push myself up off the python.

“Well, hello. You’re new here.”

A little silver she-wolf stared back at me, fear in her blue eyes.

“It’s all right.”

A wave of hunger crashed over me—not mine, hers.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

She whimpered again and shivered—it was cold in this basement. She lay down on the concrete, curled in on herself, and draped her plume of a tail over her nose.

Her enclosure was a good size for such a small animal.