When Does Damon Get Bit By A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"But I also think it's not the world's craziest coincidence that rogue activity spikes right around the same time word starts spreading about a wolfless woman with mysterious healing powers living under Black Moon's protection." The warm, ordinary morning I'd been enjoying evaporated instantly, replaced by the same cold unease that had been simmering under the surface since Constance's warning about kingdoms and bloodlines and things arriving regardless of readiness. --- *Damon's POV* The patrol report came back faster than Damon expected, and considerably worse than he'd hoped.

Kael chuckled softly, though there was no humor in the sound. “Then you may have just made the biggest mistake of your life.” Damon’s patience snapped. With a furious roar, his aura exploded outward, sending a powerful wave of dominance across the clearing. Several wolves stumbled backward while others dropped their gazes immediately. “You think you can steal from my pack?” Damon shouted. Kael’s silver eyes flashed dangerously. “You threw her away.” That was the final straw. With a growl, Damon lunged forward, claws aimed directly at Kael’s throat.

When I blinked and whispered something, she let out a shaky breath, whispering thanks to the heavens. Dad groaned weakly. He was alive but badly hurt, trapped against the steering wheel. Blood trickled from a deep cut on his forehead. Before we could catch our breath, a low, deep growl rumbled from outside the shattered windows. Then another. And another. Shadows moved through the smoke. Outside, huge wolves, circling us like predators stalking wounded prey. I opened my eyes a little and saw a huge black wolf walking toward the crash. As it got closer, it changed into a man. I froze. It was Alpha Damon. But how did he find us?

She beckoned to Dora, letting the wolf rise within her. She shifted. Fur exploded from her skin, her vision sharpened, and she joined the battlefield in full form. Her white wolf was smaller than the others, but faster and deadly like a ghost in the fog. Then she saw him. Callum. Pinned. A rogue had him against a stone slab, fangs bared. Lily sprinted. She leapt. And sank her teeth into the rogue’s shoulder, tearing muscle and bone as she dragged him off Callum.

But all he saw was a young woman trying to bear an impossible burden. "I think," he said carefully, "that you're stronger than they were. But strength alone won't be enough." Before Zoe could respond, a howl split the night air. Then another. And another. The pack's warning system, intruders on the border. Damon's head snapped toward the sound, his Alpha instincts taking over. "Stay here. Don't let anyone see you like this." "Damon, wait.." But he was already running, shifting mid-stride into his massive black wolf form. His paws thundered across the packhouse floors as more howls joined the chorus. This wasn't a small incursion, this was an army.

She looked at Damon electrified as the werewolf’s claws rubbed against Damon’s chest. Raven released electricity again from her hand and aimed at the werewolf who had hurt Damon. In Raven’s anger, she even raised the voltage of her electricity and burned the werewolf until it turned to ashes. Raven sighed as she turned to Damon. Raven wiped the blood that flowed from her nose. She sat down in front of Damon, her tears fell seeing the depth of his wound and Damon’s reaction.

It’s the soldier from last time who touched me in a way I didn’t like. This man is suddenly knocked off me by a werewolf, who bites into the man’s throat and kills him instantly—blood splatters over me, the rock beside me, the grass, and forest detritus. The wolf shifts. It’s Damon, who covers his anatomy with two hands, not being dressed.

He was attacking me because he wanted the fight to end as soon as possible, conquer the pack and skin alive the brown wolf who had dared to rescue Zara from his evil clutches. Enraged, he lunged at me, and in a split-second delay, he managed to bite off a chunk of my tail, making blood spurt from it and my hold howled in pain. I clambered on unsteady legs, my wolf incredibly angry at the lucky swipe Damon had managed to get at us. I growl at him and he taunts me by repeating my previous actions by delaying in striking and by circling at each other.

At first, I couldn’t figure out what was moving fast and keeping up with our car. “Oh my god!” I roared when I saw a giant wolf jumping towards our car. But suddenly, another wolf attacked it to stop the wolf that would attack us. It hit the tree so hard that it almost broke the trunk of the tree. But Damon did not stop. Instead, he sped up the car even more. “Is it a wolf?” I asked Damon with a trembling voice. Damon glanced briefly at Jasper and then at me in the rearview mirror. “A werewolf,” Damon said.

“Intruder. One of the rival scouts dared to cross my territory. He pulled free from her ass with a wet pop, cum gushing out in creamy rivers mixed with faint blood. Monalisa collapsed against the table, trembling and leaking from both holes. In seconds Damien fully shifted bones snapping and reforming loudly, his body exploding into a massive eight-foot black-silver werewolf beast with glowing amber eyes and lethal claws,he smashed through the library’s balcony doors and leaped into the moonlit garden below,Monalisa, still naked and dripping, crawled weakly to the shattered doorway to watch in horrified fascination. The rival scout a snarling Grey wolf lunged at Damien, the two beasts collid