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...

up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the

let's not forget, the outfit

because aside from the fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were showing off more skin. Especially, my halter top which had the

yeah, just the wind —

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

saw her, just

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

at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To

instinctively, wrinkled

understanding the expression, flashed me a warm

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

simply thought

though — and much to my

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

upon

understanding what she meant and recognizing that indifferent tone in

boys' drag

barely nodded her reply. Then,

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

to this, my forehead creased in

to their old ways

me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that dangerous impulse and became more

Mum, they did

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

pure passion

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

attention to that, and sensing it was the truth, I couldn't help

one

boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old

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