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 was an absolute, blazing idiot. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been- or how much my face still hurt. Shit, that boy could throw a punch. It was probably a miracle that my nose wasn't broken. What had I been thinking?


Any werewolf should have known better than to set foot in another pack's territory without warning. It had been enough of a risk when I was chasing after Tsuki. But from their standpoint, it must seem like I had taken a member of their pack and come back to rub it in their faces. To be honest, I would have thought none of them would have cared. They all considered them a burden.


Chapter 19 Viktor