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

I had a love-hate relationship with rain, and it was mostly hatred. I appreciated the rain for bringing me Tsuki- but not damaged and unconscious for three days. And the only good thing about the rain was that bittersweet fortune.


Rain was annoying. Loud, wet, and the scent of it was too strong, especially when I was hunting a rogue, heartbroken omega. The rain was washing the traces of his intoxicating scent faster than I could follow it. I found myself backtracking several times through town to find a whiff of scent which led me in completely different directions than I'd thought to go in. Tsuki didn't know the town, and it was clear in his wild weaving until it came to the border of the buildings.


I didn't have to be even slightly intelligent to know an upset wolf would have made a mad run for the trees.


Chapter 14 Viktor