“I can help you but you can't hurt me or I will have to leave you alone, alright?" I say gently, hoping my calming tone of my voice soothes him enough that he will trust me. The wolf must be smart because I swear he is listening to every word and hasn’t growled at me once yet. He might be someone’s pet, as he doesn’t seem to be scared of me like most wild animals are of humans. I don’t know why I’m suddenly calling this wolf he; it might be a girl for all I know.

The wolf whines at me, so I take that as a yes. I know I can't take him to a vet or they might put him down. Even if he is tame, most vets won’t help him. The wolf is a wild animal that is usually hunted in other countries but I can't just do nothing. My mom would be going mad right now, like the time I brought home another injured cat, that was a local stray, and it chased me around the house when it woke up trying to bite me. That cat was not thankful for my help.

I crouch down on my knees, carefully turning my phone light on to look closer. The wolf is nearly all black, as I run a hand over his fur and pull it back because he is mostly covered in blood. I know I need to pull this dagger out and then get him inside to stitch it up. I’m lucky I have some stuff in my emergency medical box that I can use.

"Alright handsome wolf, I'm going to pull this out and then get you inside to my apartment. I can stitch this up for you.” I say to him, I swear that he actually blinks at me in as an answer.

“Please don't hurt me for this," I mutter and quickly pull it out with a shaky hand and he yelps loudly. I’m surprised when he doesn’t growl at me but I could swear little tears are coming out his eyes as he crashes to the ground.