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

The car ride had been horribly awkward. Kibba was tense, an air of irritated displeasure making the air inside the car feel heavy. And I wasn't interested in talking much either; my mind was running a thousand miles a minute, spinning out all of the different ways the night could end as we crossed the line into pack territory.


The familiar territory made my heart leap, and I had to admit a part of me had missed home. Not because I held any attachment to anybody in the pack other than Neo. But I had grown up running in those woods, and wolves rarely left the forests they were born in. Inhaling familiar scents calmed my wolf enough for the tension to drain from my shoulders. I rolled the window down further to catch more of the wind, putting my face to the air like a dog and not feeling any shame for it.


Chapter 24 Tsuki