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...

that I 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 Months were also

and let's not forget, the outfit I was currently

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

just the wind

heard Mum called from behind, snapping me

her, just in time, walking towards

green eyes were shifting from me and the door — where Cayden was

automatically took a glance at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To my immediate wonder, he didn't emerge

forehead, instinctively, wrinkled

flashed me a

my side and gracefully faced me — “out in the garage, getting the car ready.”

okay.' I simply

and much to my wonder again, her smile bent down into a

the meantime, the black SUV as our ride for work… thank your CRAZY brothers for that.” She quickly informed, her voice as cold as the climate

upon

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

the boys' drag race again?”

hearing this, barely nodded her reply. Then, her jaw

paused and took quick breaths, trying to control her upcoming temper, “them boys crash the red Ferrari first, 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

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

Going back to their old ways again?

as compulsive as before… unlike before. That's why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that dangerous impulse and became more

from Mum, they

wrecking cars to pieces, and putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than a week, if I may add.

did it… pure passion or just

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

seeing doubt dancing on

— “but yes, you heard me right… your brothers, as responsible” — she snarled at her own words — “as they were, crashed most of the vehicles we

attention to that, and sensing it was the truth, I

the only one that

can't be helped because that's just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing —