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 was anxious. Impatient. Losing my mind. And beginning to doubt my certainty that Tsuki would come for the gloating bastard who had stolen him from me. I'd been so confident, so sure that Tsuki would come back to me if given a chance.


I looked up from where I was sitting on the front steps leading up to my house's porch, and grimaced at the woman who stood next to me. "I'm not."


Brandy snorted, flicking her hair back over her shoulder before she lowered herself to sit next to me. "You are. It's written all over your face. You've always been an open book when it comes to that omega boy."


"I can't help it," I sighed, rubbing a hand across my forehead. 


Chapter 25 Neo