007: Goodbye

Lara

My grandmother stirs sugar into her wild herb tea as I conclude my story.

I can't tell much from the look on her face. She has the kind of face that is impossible to read. Maybe if I knew her better, it would've been easier for me to differentiate between her emotions, but I've not seen her often throughout the course of my life and when I became a teenager, I didn't see her at all.

"I'm not sure what your father has said about me," she begins, putting the teaspoon down on the saucer. "I'm not sure if he ever talked about me to you."

I shake my head. "He never said a thing."

"I want you to know the reason why I left," she states. "It wasn't for no reason at all. My mate—your grandfather, whom you never met—was what they called back then a 'typical' Lycan. He was proud, selfish, and arrogant, and although my father was also the same and I grew up surrounded by such men, I never agreed with it.

"When I was a little girl, I had a common werewolf friend named Anne. She was the best