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

My head was heavy, and I was surrounded by unfamiliar scents; for a moment, it had my chest tight and my heart pounding with fear. Then my mind started to clear, and I realized all of those strange scents were wound through with one which was very, very familiar. That musky, woodsy scent helped to ease my panic.


"Viktor…" I mumbled his name, still half asleep, as I tried to work out what had happened. The memories came back as I propped myself up on one hand, rubbing my eyes with the other.


Chapter 16 Tsuki