Stars lit the moonlit sky like shimmering jewels decorating the night's darkness. It was a pretty night, indeed, an excellent night to unwind, to unravel the mind's stress beneath the therapeutic cover of nightfall accompanied by a full moon.
Zamson abandoned Shane and Logan's quarrels and found sanctuary in his backyard, where the thick forest lay in wait miles beyond his not-so freshly cut lawn. In another week or two, unless it rained, the grass was going to be a problem. Zamson kept pushing his homeowner duties aside for car engines and prize money.
Being an outrunner was his passion, which became a career as street racing paid the bills. He saved enough over the years of being one of the fastest outrunners of Twilight City to last him a lifetime. A perfect life for a man—a werewolf—who had nothing else to distract him. Not even women.
That was soon to change.