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 couldn't have imagined what we did would have such a profound effect on Tsuki. Sure, it was intimate, and I'd enjoyed both the pleasure of the act and how much closer I felt to the omega since I had taken him to bed. But Tsuki… was different.


It was obvious the first morning. After the first time we had fallen into bed together, we'd taken a break for food and to run with the dogs, only to end up right back in the same place. We secluded ourselves away from the rest of the pack; Alyx was probably smart enough to take the hint, and nobody bothered us. We woke in a tangle, laughing as we awkwardly found our way out of the mess we'd made of the sheets. 


Chapter 17 Viktor