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...

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 starting up, making the weather

to mention, 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

just the wind —

I heard Mum called from behind, snapping me out of my

her, just in time, walking towards me.

She promptly asked, her hands fixing her black topcoat while her green

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

forehead, instinctively, wrinkled in

flashed me a warm

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

I simply

to my wonder again, her smile bent down into

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 cold as the climate

upon listening

that indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed Mum a

me guess, the boys' drag race again?”

her reply.

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 was not even a drag race-worthy but still,

my forehead creased in question again;

boys? Going back to their old

why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown

from Mum,

pieces, and putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than

it… pure passion or

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

doubt dancing on my

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

it was the truth, I

one that I asked for them to

are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as they say,

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