I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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When I woke up on an hospital bed two days later, I couldn't understand how I was actually still alive. And I was not the only one. The doctors said that I had been practically dead by the time I was brought to the ER, but then I miraculosly recovered on my own. God's mercy was the only possible reason of my survival I found at the time. Evidently it was not my time to die. But then, much later, I learnt that it was not God who had saved my life, but my savior had been the venom from the wolf's bite.
When a werewolf bites someone he injects a powerful venom in the blood flow, which heals the injuries or the diseases that someone could possibly have. Just like a virus, it needs an healty organism to reproduce itself and to incorporate its DNA with the host's one. The venom saved me, curing and healing my injuries in order to attack my cells and cohabit with them, changing me from the inside.
At the time, however, I was not aware of that. For the following three weeks I was physically fine, even if I was feeling strangely stronger than usual. In addiction, I felt like there was something scratching in the back of my mind, like an hitch wanting to get free. I didn't pay attention to that as I thought it was just a case of post-traumatic headache, stimulated by the stress of the attack.
Then, four days later came the full moon.
For a werewolf by birth the first shift takes one hour max to complete: it's extremely painful, but they are taught since young years of age how to accept the bond with their wolf and bearing the pain of the trasformation is just a step to connect themselves with the deepest, the wildest part of their soul. In a case like mine, in which I was forced to shift, the process is much longer, much more painful and mostly much more dangerous. Many humans who are bitten don't survive the shift, expecialy females, because the pain and the stress the human body is subject to sometimes are just too much to handle that the body's sistems slowly stop working, taking the individual to certain death. The few who survive are gifted with weak and submissive wolves, mostly omegas, because the immunity sistem of the host tried to fight the venom, causing the human body to not be able to bear the perfect integration with the werewolf genes.
Well, that worked for everyone except for me.
Flashback: four years prior
It started when I was still working at the hospital. I felt like I was burning. A scorching fire slowly conquered my veins, spreading from my loins to my very core, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy, but I was nearly done with my shift so I gritted my teeth and carried on. Then, when I was on my way home, the most painful headache I had ever had came to knock me out of my mind. I rushed home and took two tablets of ibuprofen to erase the pain I was feeling, running a cold bath afterwards to cool down my high temperature. The cold water worked just fine, making me feel slightly better, so I decided to relax in the bathtube just a little bit more.
By the time I was finished with my bath it was dark outside, so I decided to eat a light dinner and to go straight to bed to rest.
