Chapter 1 The Chosen Mates Of The Moon Goodness

Ember walked into a beautiful moonlit night, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight was the night of the full moon, and the Blackwood pack would gather to celebrate.

"Tonight's the night," she whispered to herself.

Ember's senses tingled; they were on high alert. She hid behind trees because she was looked upon as an outcast in the pack. Her wolf hadn't taken place yet.

She watched as everyone shifted into their wolf form. She smelled the scent of pine and wildflowers, which filled her nostrils; she could hear the sound of howling voices echoing through the trees. The pounding of their paws could be heard; she loved this night and wished she knew how it felt to be one of them.

When they all gathered to run and hunt under the moonlight, Ember caught sight of a special someone in the crowd: Asher Blackwood, the pack's alpha. His broad shoulders and chiselled features made her heart skip a beat, but his scent was different.

Asher caught sight of her; their eyes locked.

"MATE!" they exclaimed in unison.

For almost a year, Ember had secretly crushed on Asher; she admired him from afar. Tonight, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt any longer.

Asher's wolf form was glorious: his fur shimmering black coat seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was as if his wolf instincts noticed her and responded by wagging his tail.

Ember tried to make herself invisible by hiding in the forest shrubs, but she wasn't quick enough; Asher caught up with her.

Asher transformed into his human form and spoke to her.

"Lady, why are you hiding behind the bushes?"

"Uhmm, it's none of your business, but if you must know, there's this handsome werewolf I'm hiding from."

"Oh, really? Who is he, if I may ask?"

"The alpha of the Blackwood pack, Prince Asher. He noticed me, and I got shy; even though I can't explain why I'm hiding from him."

Ember turned to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life.

"Wait, why am I even telling you?"

Ember turned around to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life. She was about to run, but he grabbed her and pinned her to the tree.

"Your Ember, right?"

"Yes, my Prince."

"He knows my name, but how?"

"Who doesn't know Ember, the only beautiful young lady who hasn't transformed yet?"

"Oh."

Ember sounded disappointed.

"I don't mean it that way; you're unique in your own way, pretty too. If you don't transform today, it doesn't mean you won't transform another day."

"I've been wanting to talk to you for months, but I just didn't have the courage."

"What! Talk to me, why?"

He walked closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I think we could really be great together. I've never felt like this for anyone."

"But..."

"No buts, Ember; you're my mate."

"MATE! How, when? Don't try to pretend; what does your wolf say? Or don't you feel the electricity every time our eyes meet, your senses and body tingle, your heartbeat increases as if you're racing or running with someone? You saw the wagging of my tail. My wolf chose you, Ember, and yours too, because I saw the movement of your lips saying 'Mate' earlier."

"But, my Prince, even if I am your mate, I'm not good for you; I'm not of royal blood, nor does my family have noble blood flowing in them; your father will never accept me."

"It doesn't matter; don't talk so lowly about yourself, please. I'll take care of my father. All that matters right now is that the moon goddess chose you as my mate."

Before Ember could say a word, Asher leaned in and kissed her; her legs wobbled.

"It's as if the world around us melted away; I felt a spark, like electricity passing through my whole body, and my skin crawling. It was like my wolf was trying to pass a message to me."

"He's really my mate; I can't believe it."

As the night prolonged, they talked and laughed for a while, their connection growing. Ember felt like everything was happening too fast; was it a dream?

"So, you think I'm handsome?"

"Oh, no; he still remembers," her inner wolf spoke. "You're not wrong, Ember; Mate is handsome; be quiet, Meg."

"Ehmm, can we forget about everything I said earlier?"

"He smirks, while Ember's cheeks flushed with embarrassment."

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

"Ember, I'll do everything in my power to help you transform;