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The full moon cast its silvery glow over the forest, illuminating the trees and casting long shadows across the ground. Asher, a young man with piercing yellow eyes, walked through the forest, his senses heightened as the moon's power coursed through his veins.
As he walked, he caught sight of a figure in the distance - a woman with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes. She was sitting on a rock, staring up at the moon with a look of wonder on her face.
Asher felt a sudden jolt of curiosity and interest. Who was this woman, and what was she doing out here alone in the forest? He approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her.
"Lost?" he asked, his deep voice echoing through the forest.
The woman turned to him, startled, and Asher felt a pang of attraction. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to know more about her.
"Just enjoying the view," she replied, her voice husky and confident.
Asher smiled, feeling a sense of ease with this stranger that he couldn't explain. "It's a beautiful night," he agreed, sitting down beside her on the rock.
As they talked, Asher learned that her name was Ember, and she was a local artist, drawn to the forest for inspiration. He found himself opening up to her in ways he never had with anyone before, sharing stories and laughter as the moon shone down on them.
But as the night wore on, Asher felt the familiar stirrings of his werewolf nature, the call of the moon growing stronger. He knew he had to leave, but he didn't want to.
"Would you like to grab coffee with me sometime?" he asked Ember, his heart racing with excitement.
Ember smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I'd like that," she said.
Asher's heart soared as he stood up, helping Ember down from the rock. As they walked back through the forest together, he knew that this chance encounter might just change his life forever.