To make sure I’m not hunting for readers, I returned you the favour, Varulven, which gives me a chance to some in-depth remarks.
The writing is excellent, and for English not being your native language, that’s even a bigger compliment. I mean: “His teeth where sharper than any genious and pointier than the nails of any Valley girl. Frank Zappa would have written a song about them.” Speaks for itself.
Most important: this doesn’t read like satire or parody at all. It’s much too close to the serious work. The problem lies already at the start: the first impression is FEAR!, and you shouldn’t break that by waking up from a dream, but by making it ridiculous, like:
A huge, brown werewolf stared at him. He looked around. No way out. The wolf was already above him, pushed him to the ground, growled a hungry smile, opened his mouth and said: “Let’s take a head start.” He swallowed the man’s head in one bite, and spit it out even quicker: “Ugh. Dandruff. I hate it when people don’t wash their hair before they get lost in the woods. Next time, I hunt a juicy female; they always smell nice and clean.”
And that’s the hard part of satire: you work so hard to make your reader eat her nails (and you do a good job too), but then you have to kill those emotions by turning the effect around, with a joke or something that obviously doesn’t fit in a real werewolf-romance. And you have to do that already on the first page, or your reader will not understand that she’ll be put on the wrong foot over and over again.
One final tip: read Janet Evanovich, the Stephanie Plum series. It’s a detective - mystery story, but the point is that Janet has a special talent of satire and Stephanie Plum is a character who’s perfect for the genre. Your story needs more “pointe” and your character might need more character to make it work.