It was an ordinary morning in a quiet countryside village when Nikolai, a reserved man living near the forest, noticed something unusual. On the side of a dirt road, nestled in the tall grass, was a small, shivering creature. As he got closer, he realized it was a puppy — dirty, frail, barely strong enough to lift its head.

Without thinking, Nikolai scooped the pup into his arms and brought it home. He named it Mist — for its gray, swirling fur and the mysterious way it had appeared out of nowhere.

The first few weeks were simple. Nikolai fed the puppy, treated it for fleas, built a small shelter, and watched it begin to grow stronger. But it didn’t take long before something felt… off.

Something Wasn’t Right

Mist grew too fast. Within a few months, it was larger than a German shepherd. By six months, it towered over most domestic breeds. It wasn’t just the size — it was the silence, the way it moved without a sound, the way it stared at things as if calculating.

Mist didn’t bark. It didn’t play with toys or chase after sticks like most dogs. Instead, it observed. It watched the forest for hours. At night, it would sit perfectly still at the edge of Nikolai’s property, its eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Once or twice, Nikolai heard deep growls from the woods. Mist didn’t run. It didn’t retreat. It simply stood its ground, its body tense but calm, as though whatever was out there feared him more than he feared it.

People in the village started asking about the animal. “What kind of dog is that?” they’d say. Nikolai never had an answer. “A mix,” he’d shrug. “Stray, probably.”

But in his heart, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

A Shocking Discovery

One day, nearly a year after he had found Mist, Nikolai took a trip to the nearest town for supplies. At a veterinary clinic, he casually showed a photo of his “dog” to the vet.

The vet’s face changed immediately.

“This… this isn’t a dog,” he said slowly. “At least not entirely. It looks like a wolf, but… something’s off. The proportions. The posture. It might be a hybrid. Or something even rarer. Honestly, I don’t know.”

Nikolai laughed it off in the moment, but the words stayed with him. That night, back at home, he set up a trail camera in his yard — just to see what Mist did when he thought no one was watching.

What the footage revealed left him cold.

At around 2 a.m., Mist walked out of his shelter and stood upright. Not fully, but enough. Its head turned sharply, listening. It sniffed the air, then slipped into the forest.

Two hours later, Mist returned — with two others. They were the same size. The same glowing eyes. The same silence.

The Aftermath

Nikolai left the village the next day.

He sold his house and moved closer to the city. He didn’t tell anyone what he’d seen. Who would believe him?

Weeks later, a small note appeared in the local newspaper: “Hunters report sightings of strange creatures near the forest. Large wolf-like animals moving in groups. Locals are advised to stay indoors after dark.”

No one ever saw Mist again.

Sometimes, we think we’re rescuing something helpless. But in truth, we may be opening the door to something ancient. Something that doesn’t belong in our world.