F*ck Off Wolfboy! {on hold}

Chapter 6

From last chapter, Delilah's name was changed 2 Gianna, since 1 of the characters from my other stories is named Delilah. so anyway, here u go and sorry i havent uploaded in so long...~Megan!!

 Chapter 6

Quincy's POV

Tony Jefferson and Gianna Sanders had always been special cases in the big wide world of werewolves. As kids in my pack, the Blue Bloods, they had been the average, ordinary, normal little wolves: born healthy, shot up like a beanstalk, shifted in their preteens, yadda yadda yadda.

The Jeffersons were very revered, some distant grandpa or something a war hero from the time the Blue Bloods ticked of the Lupus Luna Pack, another cousin was beta of the Estelle Pack, and somehow they all were in good with our Alpha's family.

The industrial-sized Sanders (they weren't fat or anything, it just seemed that the Sanders had another baby at least once a week) were pretty much the same. They had been around forever and with the rapid rate at which they reproduced, they would be around forever. But that's besides the point.

Even though Tony and Gianna had known each other since the good ole Diaper Days, they didn't find out they were mates until they were in their late teens. For awhile it was smooth sailing for the happy couple: they mated, they talked college, discussed marriage, planned for the future. Heck, it was rumored that they had a kid together. Tony and Gianna had that fairy tale mating working out for them. But then David Lennox came along.

The Lennox family, on the other hand, was a complete and utter mess, at least compared to the Jeffersons and Sanders. They did have those legendary twice-removed cousins and whatnot but they weren't exactly famous for ending a war or leading a pack. One Lennox did end the Alpha Female of the Lupus Luna's pack and another lead a pack of bloodthirsty rogues, if that counts. It was pretty safe to say that nobody was jumping for joy at David's arrival.

Somehow, someway Gianna and David got....involved. It's known that mates can reject one another, but once they're mated, it was assumed no one would ever want to cheat on their mate. Gianna totally disproved that theory when she had her little affair with David and later ran away with him.

Nowadays, a very depressed Tony still lived with the Blue Blood Pack and I guess his daughter Chelsea lived with him.

Chelsea, her long hair swept back from the sharp, defined angles of her face, reminded me of a skittish kitten. Nervous eyes darting back and forth, I think she knew exactly why the new old girl was staring curiously at her.

It was obvious Tony was her dad but were the rumors true about Tony and Gianna having a kid? Or was it possible that Tony - grieving, lovesick Tony - had found it in him to hook up with someone after Gianna left him?

I peered closer at Chelsea. From what I'd seen of Tony the few times he'd left his bat cave, he was built like a giant with a strong, sharp face to match. So who had Chelsea inherited her volumious dark hair, candy-colored cheeks, and timid gray eyes from?

"Quincy!"

A shriek escaping, I lept from my seat. Around me, Liana, Lucky, and Gaga were all in hysterics. Even Chelsea cracked a small smile.

I glared. "Oh shut up."

Settled back in my seat, I wondered if it would be possible for me to ever move on from Adrian. If only I could get Chelsea to tell me about her parentage....

I snapped out of my thoughts. This was not a freakin' mystery! I am so not stalking some little wallflower because I want to know who her dad knocked up!

The rest of the day passed reasonably well, if you excluded the fact that I'd gotten lost a grand total of 5 times and had nearly slapped my old hag of an English teacher. Other than that, and all the homework sitting neglected on my bedroom floor, Nobel High was a-okay.

Humming the Duck Song to myself under my breath, I pranced (more like skipped; Im not as fairytale-ish as one might think, no matter if  I morph into a giant dog every once in awhile) around the mammoth table that looked like it belonged in some medieval castle than my mother's cream- er, excuse me, I meant 'off white' dining room. Dove and one of the little pack kids sat in chairs that dwarfed their tiny bodies, drawing and/or scribbling pictures of Dove's imaginary pet monkey Theodore and our cats all holding hands. How sweet.

I plopped down at least 20 plates before setting to the task of arranging silverware. If it were up to me, the weirdos could get their own cups painstakingly filled with 5 ice cubes each (and you thought your mother was a drama queen) and we would be at Subway, but Lila - because studying self-help books on marriage apparently made you an expert on manners - insisted that as guests, we should help out. In my opinion, the hosts should be the one traipezing around the giggling 5 year olds, all the while laying out pointy knives and forks Mom expected to be polished to a shine. Maybe that's just my twisted sense of logic, I don't know.

Fast forward 20 minutes, two kicking and screaming little persons being forced into "dinner appropriate attire", one fatal drop of a cup, and the addition of everyone in the pack house to the dining room, and here we go.

"Soooo.....Elaine, what did you do today?" Aunt Cleo ventured, stabbing through the awkward tension swallowing us.

 Aunt Cleo was to my right, dressed in her usual paint-smeared rags, much to my mom's annoyance. Lila looked like a flower and Dove was scowling in her too-big semi formal dress and Mary Jane's I had forced her into. The only word to describe Cassadee: uni-boob. Tyler, the perv: boner. Jeremiah and Teddy just looked like their normal I-killed-a-few-too-many-brain-cells-playing-tackle-football doped-up selves. Mom was preppy in pink and Dad, looking for the world like he belonged at the country club instead of the werewolf pack, was I dont know....prim in plaid? Adrian, next to my extended family and his lovely parents, was, as always, dressed to kill.

Mom turned her nose up. Let's just say she had never liked Aunt Cleo too much. "Well, Trinity, - she's the Alpha Female, for you uncivilized people, ya know - Hailey - our lovely Third's wife and Cass's mother- and I spent our day at the spa, if you must know, Cleo."

Unable to resist myself, I blurted, "Needed to get those hairy legs waxed, huh?"

My 'foster' parents barely breathed as they tried to contain their mocking giggles, Dad's face remained impassive, my brothers just looked confused, Cassadee never quit trying to vaccuum Tyler's lips off of his face, and Adrian glared at me, but he had been doing that since we sat down. As Mom scowled, I taunting licked at the chicken on my fork, raising my eyebrows challengingly.

"Now, now, Quinny. That's rude. Where are those manners, Quinny?" a silvery voice questioned from behind me.

Ryder Hale.

As in Adrian's big brother.

Joy oh joy.