For a long time, the wolf came down from the mountain every night. Silent. Fast. Ruthless.
He attacked the flock, took a sheep… and vanished without a trace.
The sheep lived in fear.
Every shadow felt like danger. Every sound made them tremble.
The shepherd knew the tracks. He knew the timing. He knew the wolf would not stop on his own.
But he did not act in haste. He waited. He watched. He learned the enemy’s habits.
One night, the shepherd set a trap. Not out of hatred, but out of responsibility.
When the wolf returned, convinced he would escape once again as always… this time, he didn’t.
Dawn found the wolf trapped. Exhausted. Defeated.
The flock was calm. The other sheep were saved.
And the shepherd understood something important:
Evil wins only as long as no one dares to stop it.
