Woodstone

"You can't really tell our story, Carter, without them hearing my side as well", I told Carter, sitting beside him. He laughed and rose up from his seat.

"By all means, continue where I left off", he said. "I'm going to find Ember anyway. Think I'll steal a kiss or two from her", he said to me, laughing before leaving the room.

"Tell her to save some for me too asshole", I yelled back before he disappeared around the corner.

"My best friend in life is a menace to society sometimes", I tell the camera. "Ember wanted our story to be known for generations to come and we, of course, are a big part of that story. Let me tell you a bit about myself. "

Seth Lightwood

It was a sunny day in Miami, Florida. The days here were always sunny, and I loved them. Carter loved it when it rained though. One of the smaller things we disagreed on. I know he told you about our friendship. We really did share everything together, growing up. We were always mistaken for brothers because of it, though we looked nothing alike. We were both 6'5 in height. The average height of any alpha wolf male. He looked like your typical American male, with green hair and blonde hair that was always cut short and in waves sometimes. He looked just like his father. I, on the other hand, had jet black hair that I let grow to my shoulders. It was wavy as well, though I kept it trimmed every few days. My eyes are light brown. Almost hazel. Looks I got from both of my parents. Our parents are currently traveling the world. Once our fathers gave us the title of Alphas, they packed up and left with our mothers, wanting to explore more of the world together.

Carter and I ran everything together. The pack, and the restaurant. My cooking skills are phenomenal, but my true passion comes with being alpha of our huge pack, which is why I mostly handle pack details. I know Carter loves being an Alpha, but I know his passion had always been to lead his own restaurant, so we helped each other with our dreams and made it happen. Our restaurant was known as Moonlight. A play off our last names, the same as our packs, is now known as Woodstone. Lately, the workload for us both has been getting to be a bit too high daily, so we put out an ad for a wolf who was not only great in the kitchen but had good skills at managing people. She or he would be my assistant for paperwork for the pack and would be a Top Chef for Seth for Moonlight.

Seth explained how we came together, but I'll give you more details about that. The north and the south were not always divided. Three alphas ruled a region. One in the north, and two in the south. It wasn't only until the northern alpha, Alpha Flintwood, grew hungry with power that he and his pack attacked Carter's grandfather's pack. Carter's grandfather sent word to my grandfather, and we backed him up as Flintwood was creating chaos amongst us. Our grandfather's, together, along with our packs, drove Flintwood and his pack back to the north. We could have taken it, but according to our grandfather, it was not theirs to take. As Carter told you, it was ours. Why us specifically though? What possible reason would we have to create chaos, causing the deaths of many wolves in the north? We had no ties there. We did, however, send a few friends to report back to us in the north. We knew a few of the families there wanted to join our packs and were tired of living under the current alpha, Ryder Flintwood, who was known to be merciless. Killed without cause. Fucked whoever mate he wanted without consequence. Our friend, Seal, reported that Ryder had taken his girlfriend and mate, Victoria, and killed her. Last I heard, he had another girlfriend now. A human girlfriend. The disgust that ate at me when I heard the news made me want to shift and just violate the treaty and kill them both. He was not a chosen wolf to mate with a human and the fact that a human wanted to even be with him annoyed me just as much, but I'll get to why in a minute. Let me continue with Carter and I.

Carter told you we were known as Ying and Yang. The names were simple enough. Our wolves, Carter and I's, matched the Ying and Yang colors the day we had our first shift. Carter Wolf is pure white. Mine, however, was pure black, but what made our wolves different, is Carter's paws and snout were all black, while my snout and paws were all white. We think it is because we were both born at the same time, and under the blue moon, which is like a supermoon for us wolves. The blue moon makes us even stronger and faster than we were for a time. It is when our wolf's hormones are sent into overdrive for male and female, so really any female unmated wolf in proximity to an unmated male wolf would be on each other faster than white on rice.

Carter and I, due to having been born under the blue moon, have been fortunate to be spared such a feeling, but we do still feel a high lust drive during this time, and we are still men after all, so sometimes, the female wolves in our pack would come to us and we would satisfy ourselves and them. It was the way of our nature. I feel bad for our mate whenever we meet her, because she will have to put up with both of us. Women always threw themselves at us, even when we were in school. They were always attracted to power, even humans, who didn't even know what we are, just thought we were rich and would try to throw themselves at us too, which was utterly disgusting to me. Personally, Carter found it amusing. The thought of a human and a wolf mating. That has always bothered me to this day. I hadn't told Carter this , but back in college, there was this girl named Melonie, who I had actually fallen in love with somehow, even though she was not my mate. Melonie was unlike any other human I had ever met. She was sweet in the eyes, with eyes as green as the forest, with light brown hair. We dated for some time. I used to think that all humans were the same. Greedy and selfish, but she showed me she was different. At least that's what I thought. I had made up my mind that even though she was not my mate, I was going to marry her. I was not a chosen wolf to marry a human, as chosen wolves' eyes light up a bright blue every now and then when in close proximity with a human mate, but I didn't care about the law.

She was a beautiful soul, and I loved her. I loved her enough to buy an engagement ring, and I headed straight to her dorm room to ask her to dinner. I was going to propose. Lo and behold, the second I opened the door, I found her on top of another male. It took everything I had not to kill them both on the spot. So, from that day on, I vowed not to even touch another human. Call me bitter or whatever. I don't care, but that is the vow I made. I didn't tell Carter this. I know he thinks I just hated humanity for no reason. The one time I allowed myself to just be open with a human was the one time I ended up proving why I was right to begin with. Humanity is selfish. Humanity is greedy, and I would never let my heart be tempted by another human again, but fate was a fickle mistress that could not be changed. A lesson I learned the day she walked into our restaurant, applying for the job ad we sent. A human by the name of Ember Maze.