When Does Jackson Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"I think I will take my leave now." Scarlett gave him a raised gaze. Since he started eating, she had given him no attention at all. "Oh. You are done?" She could still make out some food when she looked down at his plate. "I have important work to do." Luke got to his feet, grinned at Scarlett, and then walked out the door. As soon as he was outside, he took a deep breath and grinned. A werewolf was indeed here. He followed the smell and took off as quickly as he could. He was a zeta, so it was very simple for him to change before the full moon. He has an excellent sense of smell and taste and the ability to transform at any time.

However, the desperate cries of the young omegas spur us into action, propelling us forward into the room. Inside, we are met with the sight of two vulnerable young omegas, huddled together on the bed, their tiny bodies trembling as they whimper and cry. In their desperation, they attempt to find solace by suckling on each other. Mindful of their fragile state, we approach them with utmost care, ensuring not to startle them further. As our presence registers, they let out soft whimpers, their fear palpable. Determined to provide comfort, we gingerly climb into their little nest, and to our astonishment, they transform into little wolves.

"You thought bars and chains could stop me from getting to him?" "Ivan, I can explain—" "Where is he?" He takes a step forward, and I see something in his eyes that makes my heart stop. Pure, primal rage. "Where did you take Jason?" "I don't know what you're talking about—" He lunges at me with inhuman speed. I barely have time to dodge as his fist connects with the tree behind me, bark exploding from the impact. When I look up, he's changing. But this isn't a normal werewolf transformation. This is something else entirely. Something older, more primal. His bones crack and elongate, his muscles bulging with supernatural strength. His eyes turn silver, glowing with predatory light.

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

I sighed and pulled her into me, her body adjusted to bring her legs up on the sofa and her head against my chest. “I’m sure your parents would have told you at some point,” I said, trying to comfort her, rubbing her back. “Maybe. Do you think they know about me being a werewolf?" she asked. “I highly doubt it. If they did, they wouldn’t have sent you to camp,” I sighed. “What do you mean? Does this have something to do with what Theia kept telling me in my dream about the full moon and needing you?" she asked. “Yes. Typically, a werewolf shifts for the first time on the full moon after their sixteenth birthday. The fact you shifted tonight was an anomaly,” I explained.

The moon was full and bright, the howling of wolves hunting at night could be heard coming from the deepest part of the forest. The seventeen-year-old, Morgan Muller was running around the forest with his best friend, Oliver Woods. Their birthdays were fast approaching and they needed to ready their bodies for their first turn.

But I had a feeling that it was way more than that. After making the necessary intros, he started. “The past few days have taken a toll on everyone in this pack. It’s a big tragedy. But let’s all use it as a moment of reflection for everyone around us. It came as a huge shocker, and it could happen to anyone.” The air suddenly grew tense, “And there’s going to be a big transition very soon. You all might not have heard it before, but I’m the rightful heir to the werewolf throne. My father was sidelined. I have the real royal blood in me.”

He swivels his chair on an angle so he can watch me and for a second I get the strangest sensation of being hunted. ---- Zale I step out into the lobby at nine forty-five sharp and am excited to see Wills and Tristan walking over to the reception desk. I knew they would be early this time and wanted to be there to greet them and get her safely into my territory to see how she reacts to the other clan wolves that I employ.

I was still a little shocked by everything. I got bit by a vampire, then I slept for two weeks, my sisters were here, I missed Halloween and Jackson marked me. I looked in my mirror and lifted my fingers to touch the crescent moon-shaped mark that Jackson left on my neck and smiled. I shook my head, bringing myself back to my senses. He was waiting for me to go to the Beta meeting.

Matteo sneered. "The feeling's mutual." Jaxon mockingly smirked. "How about we settle this, man to man." Matteo's eyes darkened. Without another word he jumped into the air, shifting into his wolf form and pounced in Jaxon's direction. Jaxon wasted no time shifting into his wolf and started baring his teeth to Matteo. As I watched the sight in front of me I could feel my nerves worsen. This wasn't going to end until one of them was dead.