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'd known a storm was coming when Tsuki had taken his wolf form for the first time since coming to Cereus. I just hadn't thought it would be this bad. Cean was holding me back as my wolf went wild in my head. Tsuki's fear was intensifying his scent so that it was smothering my reason, dwindling me down to instinct, a fierce protective need to keep my pack safe. To keep Tsuki safe, because my pack had become centered around him in the short time he had been with us.


And it had been easier to deal with when I hadn't known why.


Now I knew, I understood, and the protective instincts of my wolf melded with a terror born of logic and knowledge. I'd been afraid of genocide before. There was a whole world of things to scare me now. And there was no way I could let Tsuki leave, much less return to Ipomoea. If they knew what I knew- I couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences. Not just for Tsuki, but for our entire species.


Chapter 21 Alyx