129

ALEXANDER

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I buckled my belt and slipped my silver gun in my waist. I headed downstairs and out the door to see my grandmother's flashy lamborguini parked right out front. I checked out the car, skimming my eyes around it examining its craft and design. There's no doubt tt was the latest model.

I hopped into the passenger seat, and slammed the door my way in.

"You ready, Al?" Imogen smirks at me, her hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.

I stare at her both in astonishment and disbelief.

I've never seen her drive before. I only ever saw her stand quietly like a nice, pretty lady who would never be, of no doubt, be interested in cars or racing. And there I always thought old people would rather not get into any speedy car at all. Old human people, that is.

Imogen here is a lycan, and not just any lycan, but a lycan with pure breed.

I wouldn't have been surprised to see my grandmother Imogen step out of a flashy Ferrari 260, but to se