What Does Wolf Meat Taste Like Novels & Stories

Blake whistles at his Omegas for them to follow us back. “Do you feel okay?” I ask him concerned. I know how shifting can take it out of me and after his fight with the gray wolf, he will be drained and exhausted. “Yeah, I’m good. I just need something hot to drink and some food. A lot of food. I am starving. I could eat so much steak right now.” I grimace. Steak is not something I eat. In fact, I abhor red meat and only eat chicken and even then, it turns my stomach. But I know for my wolf, I need to feed her something other than lentils and other pulse, salad and vegetables.

But I ignored all that odor, because my werewolf senses were urging me to eat more of what was on my plate. I finally took the piece of steak and had more bites. I quickly spilled the piece I had in my mouth back on the floor the minute I realized what I had been feeding on. “Raw Meat!!” I screamed. “Not even grilled or cooked,” I yelled, holding up my head in my hand. “Gross!!” I added as my whole body system felt disgusted all at once fully aware of what it was. I was so furious, my claws were already bulging out as I felt out of control.

He was very muscular and had bright, red-brown eyes. I remain tucked against the wall using the shadows to shield me in case he can sense my presence. He squats down near me, future me that is, reaching his hand out to caress my cheek, moving it down slowly to my neck. “Did you know that wolf blood is a delicacy? We aren’t supposed to drink it, but....” he moans, “It just tastes divine,” he winked, leaning forward to run his nose along the crook of my neck.

I could feel my eyes burning and fell to the ground feeling pain in my back like it was growing in size. I noticed there was a puddle of water just below me and its reflection revealed the red colour around my pupils. I started to breathe heavily as the pain was unbearable. I could now hear the wolf inside me groan and growl as it was releasing itself. Both my wolf and I screamed and growled at the same time and I automatically scratched off the skin on my body revealing my wolf's full white skin. Mei stared at my wolf with her eyes and mouth wide open. "You are a pure breed Alpha. Impossible.. how can this be?"

"How did you know that? it didn't smell when i sniffed it." "Did you forget who i am? I'm a werewolf. we have..." Before I finished, she said, "Werewolves can smell a hundred times better than humans around 100 feet. is that what you tried to say?" "Yeah. didn't you say you hate our kind? When did you start to learn about us?" "some study purpose." I gave a nod and asked, "Did you eat before coming here?" "no, I didn't have time since I took a long time to choose my outfit."

"But you haven't heard all of my questions yet." "Well, then, I won't make fun of you," she amended. "How's that?" We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. When Bailey finished her meal, she waited for me to finish my mountain of food, which was quickly dwindling. "Why am I so hungry... and craving meat?" She chuckled. "Wolves need more protein, especially new wolves. But the craving for meat will start to diminish once you get used to your wolf." I nodded. "Good to know."

The night was filled with merriment and joy as the werewolves indulged in a bountiful spread of traditional delicacies associated with the festival. Long tables were adorned with an array of succulent meats, roasted to perfection, representing the strength and vitality of the wolf. Juicy venison steaks, tender lamb chops, and savory boar roasts were among the offerings, their aromas mingling with the night air, enticing even the most disciplined of appetites. Accompanying the meats were side dishes of wild mushroom risotto, roasted root vegetables, and crisp greens harvested from the forest, providing a balance of flavors and textures. The werewolves eagerly filled their plates, their senses

He smelled it and smiled. "Do you think we should try it?" "I don't think the wolf would give us something dangerous," I whispered. This wolf was different from the others. He seemed to understand me and wasn't violent. We tasted the fruit. It was sweet, like grapes and strawberries mixed together. It had a unique flavor. We ate until we were full and felt energized. Faghri chuckled at me. "I never knew fruits like this existed," he said. After eating, we got ready to go home. I felt thankful to the black wolf and hoped to meet him again. With grateful hearts, we packed up our camp and got ready for more adventures.

I questioned, the wolf's audacity both amusing and endearing. The wolf's thoughts resonated with a sense of smug self-assurance. "Well, you've spent these years brooding, searching, and fighting battles. But this—being with our mate and raising our Pup—this is where your true prowess lies." I couldn't help but chuckle at the wolf's blunt assessment. Its perspective was raw and unfiltered, a testament to the primal nature that it embodied. "You may have a point there," I conceded, a hint of amusement coloring my words.

“I can’t control this any more than you can. It’s your other half.” As if on cue, pain rockets through me in hot spikes. I grit my teeth against the pain, clenching my fists to slow down my rapidly accelerating shift. “Stop that!” I growl at my wolf. “Blood.” It hit me at once, the way the meal I was served smelled all wrong, especially with the spices that wafted through the air while it was being coked. Somebody slipped blood into my meal. And judging by the effect it has on me; it is the blood of an omega wolf.