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 rain had only worsened as we walked to my home, and it meant there was a soaking wet wolf dripping water all over the tile at my front entrance. I would have been exasperated if Tsuki didn't look so… broken.


Despite my efforts and his moments of vibrancy in the forest, he had dulled again when we hit the edge of town. It had prompted me to shift back into my human form; if we had both remained as wolves, we would have been pestered by dozens of curious pack members, and I was sure it would have only scared Tsuki away again. If I was in a human form, my scowl could scare away any who approached us- and it was more than a few, because Tsuki's scent was still strong, and I was hard pressed to ignore it.


Chapter 15 Viktor