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

Why did I always have to wake up in pain? It was starting to really piss me off. Wake up after nearly lethal brain damage, after being drugged and attacked with silver needles, and now… after Neo had…


A gasp flew from my mouth, and I bolted upright with my heart thundering in my chest. Was it thundering? It was hard to tell when it felt like there were two hearts beating. Mine, thrashing wildly with fear and panic- and another, calm and strong, a steady beat which calmed the instinctual panic of my wolf. That only scared me more, and I ignored the swimming of my head when I attempted to throw myself out of bed.


Chapter 26 Tsuki