I dreamed I turned into a wolf last Sunday night. I don't remember how or why I turned into a wolf. I was surrounded by old buildings, such as a monastery or university campus, but definitely urban and modern. When I turned into a wolf, I immediately knew I had to hide from people. Unfortunately they saw me, and I had to run. I ran like the wind, I was incredibly fast. I ran away from the buildings and towards a forest. The path ran straight ahead to a river, and I remember thinking that turning right would take me to the city, and turning left would take me deeper into the forest. All my pursuers had given up except for one, right behind me, so I ran straight ahead, diving into the river. I waded out to the middle, trying to dive underwater to hide, but I couldn't, I had to paddle with my head above water. My pursuer didn't follow, they remained on the bank, watching, before eventually giving up and leaving. When I was sure they had gone, I returned to land and chose an old dirt path leading away from the city, deeper into the forest. I came upon a large hole in the ground, like a rabbit's burrow, and I knew it was the entrance to an underground lair where all the wolves lived. I hesitated, frightened, thinking the wolves would kill and eat me. But then I realised I was a wolf, and they would recognise me as one of their own, so I entered the lair unafraid. I remember walking through underground tunnels, passing other wolves who sniffed me in greeting. I may have spoken to some kind of a leader, a king or queen, but the dream becomes fuzzy at this point and I can remember no more.