Novel & Cerita Teenage Werewolf

“Most orphaned pups had rogue parents, and you know how wolves feel about rogues.” “But…their parents were rogues, not them.” Edric shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. Those pups are turned out on the streets when they’re eighteen, and are almost never invited to join packs. It’s a neverending, vicious circle really.” I’m horrified by what I hear. As much as I am starting to love my new life, as much as I’m starting to love being a werewolf, the things they sometimes do are so cruel that I can’t wrap my head around it. “What about Cedric and Stephen? Will they want to adopt rogue pups? And not even Lycan rogues, just regular wolves.”

I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themselves my family.

Emily couldn’t help but investigate like FBI. “Yeah. Let me clear this for you. Movies and books are not real! Werewolves are born with werewolf genes which gets activated according to the particular pack and individual itself, some gets activated during their teenage years and other got activated near their 18 years” Brian replied in a sharp, he was so done with the spread of wrong information about his kind.

Vienna taunted me. Yup, I also learnt a lot of things about this pack, or should I say werewolves character, I learnt that everyone loved sex. It's in the werewolf nature. It is very common among them. The majority of werewolves lose their virginity when they turn sixteen, three years after their first shift. The puberty age. So yeah, It's nearly embarrassing to admit I am a virgin in the society as a full-grown wolf of eighteen years old. Especially when everyone sees it as nothing. Nikki glared at her

His clan was not only the biggest clan but also the leading clan. He followed Logan to one of the entrances of the Tongass forest. The open field was crowded with werewolves, there must have been at least a thousand of them. They all came from different corners of the country to be here. The mate hunt was one of the year’s main events for the werewolf clans. From the age of 21 wolves were permitted to join the mate hunt. You had to be 21 because your wolf had matured from that age, and you were ready to transform. When Noah walked into the field it immediately became quiet. They all made a path for him and bowed their heads in respect. His clan was feared and respected for a good reason.

Even though I haven't had the chance to explore the pack house which is as big as this castle, but I know where Alex's study is located one floor above my room. If Alex doesn't want to save Evelyn, then I will do it myself, I thought as I climbed the stairs one by one. Unlike usual, today this place felt even quieter. This packhouse is inhabited by young werewolves aged 19-25 years who do not have a mate. I once asked Alex why they had to gather in one place. He said that young werewolves must undergo very intense physical training to control their strength and temper their arrogant emotions. Alex himself followed him for 2 years during high school, but he didn't live permanently in the pack

"You don't have to care about that, it's not safe for a young girl like you to be here alone. You should go home!" "Thank you but is there a wolf over a hundred years old here?" Afraid of him thinking too much, I added. "My grandfather is very sick, I heard that there is a werewolf over a hundred years old here, so I wanted to ask for the secret to a long life, but unfortunately I can't find him." The werewolf's attitude immediately changed. "Life and death are predetermined, you have to accept." He growled, holding out his sharp claws in front of me. "And now go home."

I said, and Leah laughed. “Yeah,” she said “And it’ll get worse before it gets better.” “Being a teenager is hard for sure,” I said, remembering my own lonely teen years. “For sure,” Leah agreed as we walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, “Plus, he’s just turned fourteen, so the next couple of years are bumpy for a werewolf.” I guess my blank expression was enough for Leah to realise that I had no idea what she meant.

With everything that happened right after my birthday, it was like time stood still in some ways, but passed by in a flash in others. Young werewolves are called pups and they become full adult wolves when they shift for the first time on their 17th birthday. Since I wasn’t exactly sure how old I was, I had no clue when that might happen. I felt as if it would be any day now. I knew so little about myself really, since my parents were killed in an attack when I was just a few weeks past my eighth birthday. Once orphaned, I was taken in by Alpha Gunner from a neighboring pack, Blood Claw. The Alpha had a son, who was around a year younger than me. In exchange for taking me in, I was forced to

Their attempts to involve you in sexual activity were rejected by me and others. However, Alpha and Luna persisted in pursuing their desires despite this. One day, a fourteen-year-old teenager was walking through the forest, but I paid no attention to her as that is the norm for us werewolves in the pack. Doing some gardening, I heard a girl scream, which made me dash into the forest only to be met with a surprising sight.