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...

breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the fact that BER Months were also starting up, making the weather

let's not forget, the outfit I

themselves were showing off more skin. Especially,

the

called from behind, snapping me out of

saw her, just in time,

fixing her black topcoat while her green eyes were shifting from me and the door — where Cayden was standing

waiting for Dad to appear. To my

forehead, instinctively, wrinkled

understanding the expression, flashed

your Dad, he's probably” — she stopped by my side and gracefully faced

simply

though — and much to my wonder again, her

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 as

upon

recognizing that indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed

guess, the boys' drag race

barely nodded her reply. Then, her jaw

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 was not even a drag race-worthy but still, they used it. Can you believe that?” She huffed while crossing her

creased in question again; thinking that this

boys? Going back to their

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

from Mum, they did

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

did it… pure passion or just complete

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing

she rolled her 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 condition, to take your Dad and me to

attention to that, and sensing it was the

promise, the only one that I asked

be helped because that's just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as they say,