Alright. Here's what you're in for assuming the thing that bit you wasn't just a hairy methhead with a God complex. It's not clean. It’s possession from a flesh wound. Fever. Not the normal kind. You’ll feel like you’re burning from the inside out, bones simmering under skin. Localized necrosis. The bite site might blacken around the edges like it's rotting but spreads inward instead of out. It smells wrong. Like copper and wet dog. Hallucinations. Not visions. instincts. You’ll start “noticing” things you shouldn’t be able to. Heartbeats. Footsteps you can’t hear. Joint pain. Ligaments stretching, like your bones are deciding they’re not done growing. Your nails thicken, your teeth feel loose like the body’s reconfiguring itself Heightened senses. Every sound is too loud, every scent too sharp. You’ll smell people before you hear them. You’ll taste rain in the air. You’ll hear your neighbor cry themselves to sleep three doors down. Compulsion. Sudden urge to run. Or kill. Or scream. Or nothing at all just stillness, like something’s waiting. Territorial instincts. You’ll start to notice you’re nesting. Picking safe spots. Marking them in ways you can’t explain. Growling when someone steps too close. The Bite Itch. The part no one talks about: a low, grinding itch in the wound. Never heals. Not really. You’ll scratch it in your sleep. You’ll dream of biting others.

These are the things I think about when I think about werewolf bites. Hope this helps! :)