Leveret Moreau

"
There's something about the smell of the forest at midnight which can drive a wolf crazy. It stirs their souls, their hunting instincts, and has them lusting for blood. It is the same even for those who spend their days walking on two legs. The nights surrounding the full moon are the worst of them; forced to take their furred forms, werewolves spend the nights drunk on the moon's power.   But I was never one of them. An accident of birth, my class was both a blessing and a curse. It meant I wasn't forced to change as most of my packmates were. It also meant I wasn't hit by the moon's fever. There was no real reason for me to be in the forest with the rest of my pack, but I came nonetheless, because I found them beautiful."

Blood Moon 1- Suffering

It had been two weeks since I'd first met the foreign alpha I was set to tutor, and I had to admit I was halfway smitten.


Damn Jay for having picked me knowing how well we would get along. Viktor was smart, one of the few people who could actually keep up with me when we were discussing subtle meanings behind Shakespearean scenes, or arguing the merits of the oxford comma. He knew his shit, and he didn't really need a tutor for very long; that didn't mean either of us was willing to give up our twice a week meetings over coffee at Luna's. Viktor was everything I could have wanted.


Chapter 6 Tsuki