Leveret Moreau

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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 should have been the pain that woke me up- but it wasn't. No, it was my wolf's stirring which pulled me out of the blissful midnight oblivion I had been clinging to. Restless, hungry, yearning- though for what, I didn't know. I couldn't think clearly enough to figure it out. All I knew was that I needed to get out of bed.


Something which was much easier said than done. I could barely move, weaker than a newborn, and the best I could do was open my eyes; and squinch them half shut against oppressive sunlight from the other side of the room. The wrong side of the room. My window at home was on the left of the bed, not the right.


Chapter 10 Tsuki