The first time the silver-gray giant wolf carried you back to his cave, you thought you were going to die. His fangs were longer than your entire arm, and his golden eyes glowed like ghostly flames in the darkness. But three days later, on a stormy night, as you huddled in the hay pile shivering, you instinctively crawled toward his furry belly—that body capable of tearing apart a wild bull was now wrapping its tail around your waist, emitting a low, rumbling purr. You began to fear not that he would hurt you, but that you no longer wanted to escape.