Chapter 1

The Bite happens

I was a loner; I just really did not like my High School. I was rather well liked by my classmates but I did not have a lot in common with them. I was not really into the high school politics or sports cliques.

I was more drawn to the woods and the outside. It was like something drew me there, something deep inside my very soul. For our area, it was a time to see the leaves change and I could photograph and paint the landscapes in the foothills that surrounded our town.

I was taking some night shots for reference and I was outside past curfew heading back home. My parents were worried about the rash of murders in the area. Several bodies had turned up dead looking like they had been frozen or died from exposure. Their skin was hard as a rock and slightly bluish tone, like they had been frozen prior to being dumped at these secondary locations. The local police called in the state police as they were thinking that they had a possible serial killer on their hands.

For me, it all started on a cold blustery day in October. We still had about a week until Halloween but I was not really big into the commercial aspects that the holiday had become.

Right as I headed down the gully and about to cross the stream about a quarter of a mile from my home, I saw in the moonlight, a doe being attacked by a solid white wolf but this wolf was huge. It reminded me of a direwolf that had died out at the end of the last ice age around 9500 years ago.

The doe was running and slipped on the muddy bank right at the time that great wolf jumped with its maw open to try to hamstring the doe. Because the doe had slipped, it put the wolf in the bad position, a bad angle to finish it off. It soared over the back of the doe and plowed straight into my chest and its jaws instinctively clamped down onto my right shoulder.

‘Oh, fuck! I’m dead,’ I thought as I felt a burning sensation start to spread from my injured shoulder. Strangely enough, there was some blood but not as much as I would have expected given the size of the fangs and the amount of shredding to my shoulder that I knew would be there.

I felt blackness overtake me as the burning suddenly intensified. I screamed out from the pain and shock which knocked me out.

Two days later...

I woke up two days later in an unfamiliar bed and heard yelling coming from a distance below me. I got up on wobbly legs to walk towards the yelling and suddenly remembered my shoulder! I grabbed my right shoulder where I was bitten and I pulled off the shirt I was wearing. To my surprise, I only found smooth skin except for a scar in the shape of the bite wound. There was a ring of bite wounds. ‘Teeth marks?’ I thought.

I continued to probe the nasty looking scar and saw two deep gashes where the wolf’s canines had bitten me and savaged the flesh of my shoulder. Strangely enough, the bite scar looked older than it should; it appeared like I had a month or so worth of healing, not that it had just happened.

Just by getting up, I felt taller spatially, that my head was farther away from the ground than it should have been.

I wobbled on shaky legs out of the bedroom I was in and down the hall until I found a full length mirror in a bathroom where I could look at myself. I was taller! I had been 5 feet 5 and now I was pushing 6 foot 2 inches, and I guess, the bite had made me buff as hell. I now had a firm six pack and tight chest. I looked like an athlete in my prime where I had been a rather scrawny kid before.

I wobbled from the bathroom and slowly moved down the hall to a set of stairs. Taking my time, one tread at a time, I went down the stairs to where the yelling was coming from. Having descended the stairs, I proceeded into a foyer that opened up into what I assumed was a living room but was more like a great hall in a manor or a castle. The room was huge, at least 50’ x 80’ feet! Inside this great hall of a room, I found several groups of large men and women. Most of them were pointing and talking to a girl who was confined to a chair by what looked like a heavy link chain, possibly made of silver I guessed as it was too matte to be steel and looked softer as well.

The walls were a tasteful mix of stone and plaster, like something you would see in a castle and were adorned with various mounted heads. At the end of the room was a large chimney that had a firebox that looked like it was a good 8 feet wide. It dawned on me that this room looked like a Great Hall of a castle from the early Renaissance, so from around the 1400s; Italian if I had to guess from some of the architecture books that I had read for fun last year.

As I walked closer to the adults, the argument died down and all the adults seemed to catch wind of my scent. They all sniffed the air and turned their heads towards me. ‘How odd, almost pack mentality,’ I thought.

A gorgeous woman in a dark blood red dress, which accented her curves, moved away from the pack of adults and glided over to me, stating, “It appears you are well enough ... to stand. If you feel up to it, we would like to ask you some questions involving our laws. I am Morgana Treburi. Please, come sit and eat. You must be starving from making the transition. We can explain in more detail after you eat.”

Morgana gestured towards a large wooden table that looked like it could seat 50 adults and it was close to the girl who was confined. As I sat down on the couch, I recognized the girl, Charlotte Treburi; one of the Hottest girls in my high school and one of the bustiest juniors in the school. She was easily a FF cup and was the head junior varsity cheerleader. Her parents, Morgana and Bill Treburi, ran one of the most successful law firms in the state.

I took several more wobbly steps towards the table until I felt a very strong hand on my arm, steadying me. I glanced over and saw Morgana had laid her hand on my arm to steady my balance. She felt she was made of solid rock! As my larger frame did not even seem to phase her in the least bit. I could feel the strength flowing out from her, it was permeated into her scent along with a sense of great wisdom and age. I sat down and Morgana whistled loudly and clapped loudly once and several platters loaded with meat were brought to the table and placed int front of me. I started to dig into the meat and could feel the food rejuvenating me, like the food was not even not waiting to be digested but was being consumed rapidly in my stomach before it could hit my stomach. After about 20 minutes of eating I was full and that strange feeling in my stomach had subsided. I pushed the platter away from me and I was surprised to haven eaten like 4 platters of meat, it had to be 40 or 50 pounds of meat that they sat in front of me, but I was not stuffed like I would have expected to be. Once Morgana said that I was finished she turned and seemed to say something under her breath that I could not quite make out but servants came and removed the platters.

Morgana turned from where she had been stand several paces behind me, and turned a chair and sat down in front of me,

“You appeared to be finished, feeling better?”

I nodded my head

“Good, we typically do not eat like that unless we are severely injured or just transformed and we need to replace what the virus stole from our bodies. But I am getting ahead of myself,”

“Now, Matt, was it?”

“Yes, madam.”

“Can you describe to us what happened two nights ago in detail? Be aware, I can tell if you are lying to me. You could almost say I am like a human lie detector,” Morgana detailed.

“Something to do with scent, I am guessing?” I replied, having determined that these people were something more than humans.

“Yes, if a rather simplification. We will discuss that in more detail with you shortly, but let’s say for now, that we can tell a lot about someone from their scent or by smell. If you would be so kind as to provide the details of your side of the event that happened two nights prior, please?”

I began describing the events of what happened and finished explaining my side of the story, “ ... and the last thing I remember was that a huge wolf had miscalculated a jump, landed on me, and I guess, bit my right shoulder out of instinct, I’m sure. Then I suddenly felt a burning sensation and I passed out.”

“I see. Thank you, young Matt.”

“Elders? Are you satisfied with the description of the events given? That it was a series of accidents by an inexperienced wolf and not an intentional act that would require the most severe punishment for breaking the most sacred of our laws?” Morgana stated, directing her question to a group of older and well dressed men and women on the far side of the table closer to the hearth.

“No, I do not believe that young Charlotte intended to break the first law with malice and so punishment of death is not warranted; but she is still required to atone for her sin. I therefore deem that she must help train the young man and that they are now to wed according to our oldest customs, as it is still customary for a senior female wolf to mate with a strong, younger wolf. We need to increase the gene pool of the pack as a whole and to produce strong pups. That will be required to seal the forthcoming marriage.”

“Thank you, Lord Elder Markus,” I heard both Morgana and a tall thin man, who I assumed was Bill Treburi, answered as they bowed towards this man. Even from where I was sitting at the table I could feel an immense what you might call an Aura from the man. An Aura for great almost ancient age and great strength.

The elder Markus let out a howlish bark and I felt a rush of air then all of the older men and women were gone.

I was alone with Morgana, Charlotte and Bill. Charlotte had been untied from the silver chain after Morgana put on thick leather gloves. Where the chain had touched her skin, a thick red welt had raised up from her white porcelain-like skin.

I gathered my thoughts and asked, “So what exactly is going on here? How am I healed from a bite wound that probably should have killed me from blood loss? And why has it healed so quickly? And it seems that Charlotte here was on trial by a group of elders?”

“Let me explain, Matt,” the man stood and took off his glasses to set them on a thick and old wooden table that looked like it could seat 50.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Bill Treburi. I am a managing partner of Treburi, Smith and Kline, Attorneys at Law. We specialize in injury victims; an ambulance chaser firm as most people chose to classify us.

“What is not widely known is that myself, my wife, Morgana, who introduced herself previously and our daughter, Charlotte, are werewolves. Our pack is large and very old. Our oldest elder, Markus, was born Were, around the time Julius Cesar was assassinated in 50 BC. So, he is around 2,070 years old as we can figure,” Bill said, pausing before continuing about the rules.

“There are two main rules to being Were:

1. Turning a person against their will is punishable by death of the Were.

2. Do not reveal our society to human culture as that will cause panic and a purge by humans that do not understand our ways.”

“So you can see that the elders were worried that Charlotte had violated rule 1, and if it had been proven true, her life would have been forfeit,” Bill stated and went silent for a minute.

Morgana picked up next, “In answer to your question about healing, Charlotte was in Wolf form and was hunting a doe on the eve of fall as part of the rite of adulthood for Were, or as the pack tends to call members, wolves. Being she is a young she-wolf and not as experienced at hunting in wolf form, she miscalculated, and by instinct, she bit you on the shoulder which passed the virus that flows through our veins and turns humans Were.

“As far as we can figure, Werewolves have been around for ages. We, as a race, think that a wolf was rabid and bit a human but instead of going mad, like people most do, the virus mutated and hijacked this human’s immune system, transforming them into the first Were.

“We, Werewolves as humans term us from your myths are stronger, faster and much longer lived than humans. Unfortunately, the conversion after being bitten is rough on the human body. Only 4 out of 10 humans bitten can actually make it, or better said, survive the change to becoming Were. As for the remaining 6 of 10, their bodies cannot handle the change and they basically flame out. The transformation and the virus rewriting their DNA basically eats them alive and turns their brain into Swiss cheese. To medical science, a failed transition to Were looks like a late stage Terminal syphilis disease or rabies. As your scientists did not realize the virus that is commonly called the rabies in humans is actually left husk of the actual Were virus. It is a retrovirus that literally changes you down to every cell.

“As a precaution, the Elders of the packs handed down a decision in 1600, right around the time that Europe started to explore the new world, that we would only bite a human that had been advised of the risks of being turned so that they could consent to be turned. And we made it illegal and punishable by death to turn a human against their will because we had packs roaming the New World that were indiscriminately turning natives against their will.

“Since you made the change, you’ll heal much faster than a human; wounds that would outright kill a human barely faze us. True mortal wounds among our kind are rare. There are some exceptions; silver is deadly if it is left in us. It can kill us as we are allergic to it. There is no turning at the full moon against the wolves’ will and we do not lose our minds after we transform. Those are myths that humans invented about us.” Morgana answered.

“By the way,” Bill interjected. “Do not worry about your parents. We left them a voicemail that you had gotten a short 2 week internship with our firm to provide you with some real world experience while you are still in high school and needing to decide on a college degree.”

I was glad as I would have been worried about Mom and Dad worrying about me since I had been gone for three days.

“We are going to bed. We would recommend that both of you get to know each other as this is now basically an arranged marriage.”

Marriage and ... Werewolf?

“Seriously, an arranged Marriage?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am sorry. Our elders, when they issue their rulings, they are final. The rulings are stronger than our customs but not the same level of weight as one of our laws. Our laws have to come from a Conclave; a summit of all of our pack elders and consensus among all of them and the law has to affect all of the packs. Laws are reserved for like earth shattering level problems, like Necromancers or Wraiths.”

“Like What?” I asked.

“Sorry, I am getting ahead of myself. Our world is called the Schattenreich; German for shadow realm or it is also called the unseen world since humans rarely see us transformed as wolves or hybrids. The few humans that do get a glimpse are typically deemed crazy or the weirdo types by their peers.

“Most creatures of Human’s myths and legends exist; Elves, Dwarfs, Fairies, us Were, Vampires, Necromancers and their most evil creation, the Wraiths. Vampires luckily are mostly small in number as they are bloodthirsty and they tend to turn on each other if they cannot feed on humans. We kill them anytime we come across a coven.

“Necromancers are worse, they are mages that have become twisted by the allure of dark magic. Magic is split into two separate spheres to power their spells, and the spell being cast determines which sphere is used. Necromancy uses negative energy, energy from death, destruction, and pain. Where most spells use light energy — positive energy, life energy.

“Wraiths are basically souls that have been pulled from the ethereal plane and forced by the Necromancy spell to do the necromancer’s bidding. And since they are dead, if a Wraith touches you, wherever the Wraith touches, freezes the skin, of humans at least. Were are more resistant to their touches since we regenerate. It is still a rough fight unless an elder or an Alpha is fighting. They are much bigger and stronger than most of us beta wolves.

“Most Elders are Alphas; they grow stronger as they age, a benefit of increased size and accumulated knowledge. As being Were, you are immune to age and typically the only thing that kills one of us is battle and wounds caused by silver weapons,” Charlotte said, completing her summary.

“Okay, so I am now a werewolf, one of humanity’s myths. A little freaked out here. What is the difference between a beta and alpha wolf?” I asked.

“Alphas are pure bloods, not turned wolves. They are bigger and stronger as most of them are older, experienced wolves. Typically, they are pack heads, and if they are at least 600 years old, they can apply to become an Arcon, a step below an Elder. Elders are at least 1,500 years old. They are the oldest and wisest of our kind. Elder Jacob is nearly 7,000 years old. He was born Wolf, back in Egypt when we were enslaved by Necromancers to assist the Pharaohs with building their great monuments, like the pyramids.”

“Oh, wow. That’s an old wolf,” I replied.

“Yes, elder Jacob is one of the oldest of our kind.”

Charlotte got up and moved over to me, she pressed her huge tits into my chest and got close to me and then suddenly kissed me. “Mmm, I like the way you taste, husband. I think that we are both going to enjoy this. It has been a while since I have had a cock in my pussy. Typically, I have been getting by with my BOB as my previous wolf boyfriend, Rodney, was found to be not suitable.

“Apparently, he had a side piece, a human. In a fit of rage, after his marriage proposal to me and our pack was rejected by the Elders, he bit her against her will. Sarena Rodriguez did manage to transition to Were but it was touch and go. It took nearly 2 weeks for her to completely transition and she nearly died at the beginning as her body started to reject the Were virus.

“One of the elders, Davy Jones, one of the pack’s medical experts, was able to assist her body with the process so she was able to accept the virus. Rodney would have been killed by the elders for violating the first law but Rodney was attacked and killed by a Wraith before the Elders tried to capture him for Judgement and execution.”

“Let me guess, Battery operated boyfriend, a vibrator?” I inquired.

“Correct and I know you are about to ask about Davy Jones. Yes, he is the same Davy Jones of the human lore. He was a pirate captain in the early 1650s that was known to sink ships and that is how the myth of Jones’ locker got started, He was turned Were as the result of a bad deal with one of the elders. He and the elder had a written contract, with a penalty proviso written into part of the agreement, and was turned Were as punishment.” she said.

Charlotte shoved my chest which made me fall backwards onto the couch. She hiked her skirt up and straddled my legs and unzipped my pants. Apparently, my height was not the only thing that was affected by the change after being bitten. Out came my cock looking like a raging monster; long and thick compared to my previous more modest size. It looked like I nearly doubled in size and girth.