The woman’s serene facade crumbled as she lay pinned by Bayrak. Her eyes darted around with a mixture of fear and defiance. The guests murmured among themselves, speculating about her intentions. The groom’s friend, Bayrak’s owner, managed to coax the dog to retreat a few steps, though he remained vigilant, never taking his eyes off the stranger.
With trembling hands, two villagers helped the woman to her feet. Her dress was torn where Bayrak had bitten, revealing the hidden object—a small, intricately carved wooden box. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the box came into view. It was unmistakably an artifact of value, its ornate designs hinting at something ancient and powerful.
