Maybe I should have been afraid. I mean, it was a wolf only three feet away. But if he'd gone to the trouble to knock me out of the way of an oncoming vehicle, it didn't seem like he had plans to eat me. Not that wolves usually did that to humans. Mostly they avoid us altogether. Except, I wasn't human anymore. Not fully. So maybe that explained why he didn't appear to be wary of me. Or maybe he was someone's pet? I knew there were some people who kept wolf-hybrids or even full blooded, domesticated wolves as pets sometimes. But I didn't see evidence of a collar. And nothing about him seemed tame. His long body was tense, quivering, his ears turning this way and that, taking in the sounds of the night, alert and ready for action.