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

Everything was a muddled mix of pain and anger. I felt like I'd been betrayed in the utmost way. All I had wanted was to free Viktor from torture at the hands of Ipomoea, and Alyx had turned against me. He'd gone so far as to shift and take me down, and had done a damn good job of trying to take my arm off. It was bleeding heavily, making me dizzy as I cried in the arms of Alyx's packmate. I had trusted Alyx, and he'd hurt me.


Everything was ruined, and considering how my life had gone before that point, I wasn't entirely sure why I was surprised by it.


Chapter 22 Tsuki