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...

snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the fact that BER Months

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

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

the wind — nothing

Mum called from behind, snapping me out of my

around and saw her, just in time,

black topcoat while her green

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

instinctively,

expression, flashed me a

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

simply

blue though — and much to my wonder again, her

the black SUV as our ride for work… thank your CRAZY brothers for that.” She quickly

upon listening

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

the boys' drag race

barely nodded her reply. Then, her jaw

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 arms tightly

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

back to their old ways

before. That's why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out

coming from Mum, they did it

ONCE AGAIN — in less than

maybe they just did it… pure passion

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing

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

and sensing it was

really broken their promise, the only one that I asked for

with cars and drag racing —

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