I stopped about a foot away and gawked at what I saw in disbelief. A giant wolf was laying there…the size of a horse. My breath caught in my throat. My heart thumped wildly. I was staring at the one thing that I'd wanted all my life…and it was dead, crushed by my metallic coffin on wheels. I started crying, anger welling up inside of me. Stepping forward slowly, I dropped to my knees on the wet cement and laid my hand on his side. He was so warm. I looked up to see a little blood behind his ear, his shaggy, russet hair twisting amongst the actual wound. My truck must have clipped his head. The poor thing. I hesitated, then leaned forward, laying my head on his side. I could imagine what Alice and Jasper would say.

I could hear my father's angry voice in the back of my mind. "Get off that wolf! He's dangerous!"

I shook my head burying my face in his wet fur. "Daddy…he's not dangerous, he's dead." I squeezed the handful I was petting. My breathing stuttered as I realized how badly I was crying. I gritted my teeth as I tried to pull my arm away, but my hand wouldn't let go of the fur. I didn't realize how hard I was pulling till I heard a growling noise. The belly below my face vibrated. I didn't stop, I didn't know what it was.

The wolf jerked below me, my fingers sliding out of his fur as he turned around and bit my arm, not hard, but enough so that it left a shallow cut in the skin. I yelped and pulled away.

My eyes shot back up to him and saw that he was now standing. I began to shiver. I never noticed how large, and frightening these wolves could be when you were a defenseless, helpless little girl like me. The rain thickened as he just stood there looking at me, his head down, his teeth bared, growling. I stood up slowly, my hair falling out of my pony tail. I began to back away, ready to run if I needed it.

His head rose as he licked his lips, a small whimper echoed his throat as he stepped a foot closer to me. I jumped back, my hair sticking to my face. He stopped and looked at the truck, again licking his lips, then almost as if he'd seen it before, he looked back at me, his eyes glistening. I straightened up. He wasn't going to attack me?