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A/N: The first of five. Written to Debussy's "Clair de Lune," Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata," and Uematsu's "To Zanarkand."
Clair de Lune
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The first Movement:
La lumière bleue
Oh God. Gabriel. He killed Gabriel.
It was the only thing I could think as the wolf prowled towards me, limping, his fur matted with crimson. Even as I watched, his body rippled and twisted, the fur bristling and thinning, the bared, yellow canines retracting back into his mouth.
And all the while, the wolf's blue eyes stayed trained on me—and for some reason, I found myself unable to look away. They were demanding, seeking my attention, imploring me to heed them, to train my gaze to their soft blue depths. And I complied.
He was a man now, his bestial form shed. But there was still something predatory in those gleaming eyes, something wolfish in the lines of his face.
But he was handsome. That much I could see. And even as he brushed away the dust deposited on his jacket from the earlier grapple, his small steps loud on the concrete floor, I could tell that there was no arrogance in his stride. No haughtiness, no pride. Only a gentle kindness, and a fierceness to protect belying it.
All this, I observed as he paced slowly within the circle of the pack, dozens of eyes fixed on him. Out of all of them, his gaze seemed to snap to me, as if I were more significant, more important. His blue eyes glinted in the dimly lit darkness as he smiled.
"My name is Lucian Graymark. I'll be your new pack leader."
