Alpha's Nala

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

forget,

from the fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were showing off more skin. Especially, my halter top which had the back part styled in a very low

the wind —

I heard Mum called from behind,

around and saw her, just in time, walking towards me.

that?” She promptly asked, her hands fixing her black topcoat while her green eyes were shifting from me and the door — where Cayden

back, waiting for Dad to appear. To my immediate wonder, he didn't emerge from Mum's

instinctively, wrinkled in

understanding the expression, flashed me

she stopped by my side and gracefully faced me — “out in the garage, getting the car

simply

and much to my wonder again,

you know, we will be using, for the meantime, the black SUV as our ride for work… thank your CRAZY brothers for that.” She quickly informed, her voice

trembled upon listening

and recognizing that indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed Mum

boys' drag race

nodded her reply.

last 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 that?” She huffed while crossing her arms tightly in front of her

attention to this, my forehead creased in question again; thinking that this

Going back to their

That's why it led me to believe that

from Mum, they did

drag racing, wrecking cars to pieces, 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

they just did it… pure

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

doubt dancing on my face,

rolled her eyes at me — “but yes, you heard me right… your brothers, as responsible” — she snarled at her own words — “as

to that, and sensing it was the truth, I

their promise, the only one that I asked for

because that's just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits