Alpha's Nala

Chapter 17. Where them Cars?

Legaxy

I was beginning to believe that Cayden, aside from being a flirt, is likely a psycho.

Sure, he may have talked and shared some useful things with me that are worth both of my time and attention. But him, having to have indirect statements about me going to the Red Moon Ball?

That's basically a whole new level of absurdity for him...

I mean, is he nuts?

He knows, as much as I know, that HUMANS are considered viands to the mixed-race; that's the very reason as to why nobody cares to invite us (humans) to any of their (mixed-race) social gatherings, regardless of our purpose or significance to the event. 

However, listening to Cayden a while ago, he did sound so confident… so sure about the idea of a human being — specifically, me — attending their ball...

Would that mean he was telling the truth then?

OR, perhaps — in a reasonable way, I am just assuming all of this?

Do take note, Cayden didn't really clarify his odd phrases when we were conversing a moment ago — much like irritating each other out, or mostly me getting pissed off by the vampire's ridicules. Let alone, provided any answers, whatsoever, to my simple questions.

The only thing he did was just left me here, on my front porch, completely stupefied.

Nonetheless, it was obvious he was implying things at me, and as much as I wanted to ask him about it, I just didn't; I admit, anger got the best of me there.

That's why, I could only surmise that maybe I poorly did hear his words, or basically misunderstood him…

Yet, am I actually that slow to understand what he meant? 

Or am I just a poor listener, to begin with?

Before I could even further contemplate the subject — thought for a better explanation to give each probability my mind was fiddling at, another rush of cold breeze hit my exposed skin.

And that's when my brain's light bulb switched on; it was just the cold September air.

Of course, that makes more sense now...

felt a while ago was just because of the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the fact that BER

forget, the outfit

shudder because aside from the fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were

the wind —

heard Mum called from behind, snapping

turn around and saw her, just

black topcoat while her green eyes were shifting from me and the door —

replied while my eyes automatically took a glance at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To

forehead, instinctively,

flashed me a warm

and gracefully

I simply

blue though — and much to my wonder again, her

for work… thank your CRAZY brothers for that.” She quickly informed, her voice as cold as

upon listening to

indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed Mum

the boys' drag

this, barely nodded her reply. Then, her

Tuesday. Then, the day after that, the blue Lamborghini and don't even ask what happened to my black jeep,” her frown deepened, “my poor black wrangler… it was not even a drag race-worthy but still, they used it. Can you believe

in question again;

to

before… unlike before. That's why it led me to believe

coming from Mum, they

and putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than a week, if I may add. Unless their reasons for it were that serious or

they just did it… pure passion or just complete madness?

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing

responsible” — she snarled at her own

and sensing it was the truth, I couldn't help but

really broken their promise, the only one that I asked for

just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as

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