Jack really was happy as a wolf despite relying almost soley on his mate for survival. She was good to him and there were times when he felt he took advantage of her. His wolf form was just that: a form. He had almost none of the instincts that wolves born in the wild had, but for the love of his mate he would try to learn all the ways of the woods.
Hunting.
He had done it on his own before and had made out with a rabbit or a squirrel at the end of the day. It wasn't much, but it was enough to show his mate that he was trying and could be independant if anything ever happened to her.
Jack had stayed in the woods near his house and there were some small highways nearby. He'd crossed them many times before. This time however as he followed the scent of a young badger, something felt off. As he made his way across the highway, a pair of headlights careened at him sending him flying as the front of the semi hit.
In midair he knew why it felt off. This was where his human form had been cursed. Another car accident. All the memories flashed past in an instant before he blacked out.