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

He had a proclivity for tardiness, I knew that. His teachers would have been concerned if he wasn't late at least once a week, and I was used to him showing up at least ten minutes late when we had plans. But it was getting excessive. For the past two weeks, Tsuki had been late for everything. And it wasn't by ten minutes- it was half an hour, sometimes more.


I was very tolerant of my childhood friend, but it was a completely different matter when he was late to an official pack meeting.


Animosity was thick in the air as we waited- because no matter how much they would have loved to have the meeting without him, it was against pack law to have such a meeting without all members of the pack present. And maybe I was wrong, but I would have figured the beginning of transferring the pack into my power would have been important to him.


Chapter 7 Neo