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

The pack of cards came with a familiar face, a half hour of passive aggressive complaints about how Viktor hadn't been allowed to make sure I was even alive until I woke up, and so many jokes about strip poker that there were tears on my face before we even decided on a game to play. It was strange, in a way, because I never would have encountered a scene like that in Ipomoea. Not just because I was included- but because nobody would be allowed to talk to the alpha like that.


But Alyx was different. He took Viktor's teasing with a grin, and gave him back as good as he got. The man was easy to smile and laugh, even when his mate pouted about the way Alyx sometimes got lost in simply staring at me; I could imagine why, as I found myself doing the same thing, when my wolf overpowered my senses and I was lost in the scent of a child of the stars. He was caring, and kind, and I was in shock.


Chapter 11 Tsuki