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

A fuzzy haze of blue-grey over my vision, pounding in my head, an ache all over my body; they were all familiar symptoms, and when I first started to climb up that steep slope from sleep, I almost slipped back down. I'd woken up from beatings with that same feeling too many times. It was almost comforting- something I was used to. A far cry from the shocking revelations and swirling mix of pain and betrayal of late.


My half-formed thoughts had me groaning softly, attempting to roll over only for blinding pain to shoot up my arm. I gasped myself awake, bolting upright with a strangled sound of panic and fear. Hands met my shoulders as I tried to get up, my feet swinging through thin air, and I was gently pushed back against the thin mattress I had been sleeping on.


"It's okay, Tsuki, calm down." A low voice hushed the words at me, and I obeyed without thinking, trusting the command without clearly recognizing the person who spoke.


Chapter 23 Tsuki