Leveret Moreau

"
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 gave him three hours, and then I started to worry. It hadn't scared me at the time, sending him onto pack territory with no buffer, but the longer he was gone the more terrified I became. I'd learned what a good pack could be- and mine did not fit that description. Given a chance, they'd tear an outsider to pieces.


Especially considering the fact that my scent had to be all over him.


I'd never had sex before I met Viktor, so I hadn't even thought about it. But that intimacy, skin against skin contact for such a prolonged time, left heavy traces. I'd realized that even after Viktor left, it still smelled like he was standing next to me. They kept talking about how strong my scent was; if his was that thick on me, I didn't want to know how my scent clung to him. And if he ran into Neo…


Chapter 20 Tsuki