Novel & Cerita Bitten Werewolf

Andrius “Back to what you were saying, Alpha Brett. How many rogue attacks have you had in the last month?” Duke asked. Alpha Brett slumped into his seat. He straightened his tie and rubbed his temple. “This has been the most attacks we’ve had in a month. We’ve had ten attacks but that isn’t the crazies part.” “Oh?” I asked. “The victims were found with bite marks on their neck. The wounds weren’t inflicted by a wolf .It seems the rogue wolves are working with vampires,” Alpha Brett answered, in a hushed whisper.

“I can smell it on you. A werewolf’s scent changes a few hours after being bitten. When I rescued you, I doubted whether you’d make it. But you did. Kara, I know you’re scared and confused, but you have to understand—once you got bitten, your life changed.” “Yes. You all are scaring me,” I admitted. “But how do *you* smell me as one of them?” “Because, just like you, I was bitten. And as luck would have it, I survived. But I turned into a *Neotide*.” “What is a Neotide?” “A bitten werewolf. We are called Neotides because we were born human and turned from a wolf’s bite.” “Prove it. I need to see more to believe it.”

(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY) "Aim, timing, and intent.” Atlas raised three fingers. “When utilizing bite attacks as a werewolf with a strong jaw, remember this: your strength lies not just in the force of your bite, but in the precision of your aim. Target vital areas—neck, limbs, wherever you can inflict the most damage. And timing is everything; strike swiftly and decisively, overwhelming your opponent before they can react. Your bite is your weapon, wield it with focus and intent."

Brian replied in a sharp, he was so done with the spread of wrong information about his kind. “The werewolves which changes at the age 13 are called early riser and those who changes after 18 are called late bloomers. There is no way you can bite and turn someone into a werewolf. One needs to be born this way. We are not vampires to be turned by a bite or drawing blood!” Brian added in a frustrated voice. “Oh! When did you change?” Emily looked at him and asked curiously. “When I was 13 years old” He replied almost immediately to impress his mate but he didn’t expect her next question.

Aaron’s pulse skipped. “Dog?” he muttered, laughing weakly at himself. “You’re just a dog. Go away.” He shook his head, muttering, shoving the thought down, dismissing it. Then came the first strike. Something heavy lunged from the shadows, jaws clamping down on his calf. Pain erupted, hot and shocking, teeth sinking deep. He screamed, stumbling backward, hands clawing at the fur, the weight, the bite. The taste of blood hit him instantly, coppery and sharp.

“You’re Nester Rist. Silver probably can’t harm you.” “If I was Nester Rist the full werewolf, that may be true.” He touches the tip of his finger to the knife, and it sizzles his skin. “But the rules are a little different for a wolfless hybrid like myself.” I freeze. My head spins as he pulls his finger away, wincing at the wound there. “You’re lying,” I bite, trying to convince myself that he really is. “Oh Olivia, I wish I was lying,” he retorts. “But I am the product of a one-night stand between my father and his human lover. If it helps, I have an older full werewolf brother, but I’m afraid we don’t talk anymore.”

"Then, there are 'bitten' werewolves. These individuals were once humans who had the misfortune of encountering a werewolf and being bitten by them. The bite infuses them with the transformative power of the werewolf, causing them to undergo a profound metamorphosis during the full moon." As Freda's words hung in the air, a pang of sadness gripped my heart. I couldn't help but feel a personal connection to her description of "bitten" werewolves. I was one of them, having experienced the transformative power of the werewolf bite myself. My mind raced with questions, and I couldn't hold back the need to seek clarity. "Freda," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability,

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

“As the wolf got closer, I could see that it was foaming at the mouth. I realized too late that it was rabid. The wolf lunged at me, sinking its teeth deep into my flesh. I screamed in agony as the wolf’s venomous saliva coursed through my veins, but no one was coming to rescue me; I was alone in the woods. I felt my body convulse and twist as my bones began to break and reform. The pain was unbearable, and I thought I would die. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain stopped. I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, as the wolf disappeared into the night. I knew that I had been bitten by a werewolf, and that my life would never be the same again.” “Did you later find the wolf

He looked at me to see if I was ready for him to continue, I nodded and he continued, “If a human is ever bitten, or scratched by a full or partly shifted werewolf, they then turn into a werewolf themselves. When turned, they can then have a mate. A turned werewolf is just like any other werewolf, but some of the cruel purebred werewolves call them mutts. Whether they are a purebred or a mutt, they all have a wolf inside them that needs a mate.” He stared at me trying to read my face. I began to panic when I remembered that he had bitten me upstairs no less than thirty minutes ago. I took in a deep breath then frantically asked him,