Moon's Touch (Ray Toro)

Moon's Touch (Ray Toro)

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Moving to a new town sucks. Especially when it's across the country and in sketchy New Jersey. Even with a less than ideal living arrangement finding a wolf in the woods definitely helps with the loneliness. Even if wolves aren't native here. What the hell. Somehow even in this shitty new town there are nice people to be found and friends to be made. Along with a cute boy who may or may not have stolen your heart at first meeting. What happens when that cute boy ends up being the wolf you've been spilling your secrets too? What happens when it turns out his friends aren't human either?
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They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

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