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...

ago was just because of the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near

let's not forget, the outfit

the clothes themselves were showing

just the wind — nothing

from behind, snapping me out of

quickly turn around and saw her, just in time, walking

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

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

forehead, instinctively,

expression, flashed me

stopped by my side and

okay.' I simply thought

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

you know, we will be using, for the meantime, the black SUV as our ride for

trembled upon listening

and recognizing that indifferent tone in

boys' drag

barely nodded her reply. Then,

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 was not even a drag race-worthy but still, they used it. Can

forehead creased in

Going back to their old ways

not as compulsive as before… unlike before. That's why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of

Mum,

— in less than a week, if I may add. Unless their reasons for

it… pure passion or

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing on my

eyes at me — “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 owned. The black SUV is the only one left, and in good running

it was the truth,

their promise, the only one that

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

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