This book is like those old trashy horror movies—so bad that it’s almost good. Well, good no, but entertaining. The problem is, I don’t think it was meant to be in this genre; it seems more like an MM Fantasy. But anyway, you get the picture.
The main plotline is weak but okay: a young, solitary journalist living a boring life in a small town until a murder happens around the same time he meets a strange, muscular guy. Said guy takes him—drunk—from a bar, and he wakes up the next morning in bed, naked and bleeding from the neck. (Not a spoiler—it’s literally the book’s title.) And that’s not all. Yes, he was turned into a werewolf, but he also finds out he’s mage-born, which was the real reason he was picked.
There’s some stuff about him finding a pack and finally feeling welcome, plus the murder mystery and the vague mage subplot, but it all feels weak and sloppy.
In the end, I had some fun reading it, and I don’t regret it. But I’m a bookworm, so among many books, one or two sloppy ones don’t bother me much. However, if you’re looking for a good story—a real MM Fantasy—I’d recommend skipping this one and finding something else.