Chapter 11)Poking More Holes

"Shut up." Mhm. I decided to take what Wolfie said and throw it right back in his face. "Oh, hi Maria. How have you been, dear?" That's why I didn't respond when sweet old Luna Cara greeted me once we sat down a few chairs away along the grand dining tables. I only looked at her and gave her my best wounded puppy impression. Be careful what you wish for Wolfie. The look of confusion mixed with concern that came on her face was exactly the reaction I was expecting. Especially since the news of my situation has spread like wildfire. I broke eye contact to look down dejectedly, then looked back, looking even more wounded. I pointed to Wolfie sullenly and did the zipped lip expression to communicate why I couldn't talk. To really take it home, I gave a meek sigh and rested my chin on my hands with the most hopeless of pouts. I took a quick peak at Luna Cara afterward and found her looking genuinely horrified in Wolfie's direction. It even got her mate's attention, and he was looking extremely perplexed and baffled as well. I had to hold back a laugh. It got even harder to do when Wolfie noticed and got all panicked and fidgety. I can't blame the two for being concerned(with a sprinkle of horror). If anyone ever did find a way to shut me up(without a gag, that is), that would be a pretty grisly process. Most would be right to be horrified. They're probably wondering what the h3ll Wolfie could have done to get me all sad and submissive. It took a few seconds for Wolfie's brain to catch up to the situation. He brought his mouth down to my ear. "Stop that!" I looked at him silently with "innocent" eyes. "Alpha Jason, what is this all about?" Luna tried to smile, although confusion played clear in her voice. "You know what you're doing! Stop!" He hissed quietly, the panic coming out more in his tone. I tilted my head in "confusion". "Yes, I've heard a bit about what you've been up to lately as well," her mate said, his eyes shifting to me for only a second, "what is it about, son?" Wait what?! SON? . . . Nah. There was a pause. "It's debatable how good of a decision it was," the alpha continued. Oh shoot, shots fired. "It doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with you. It's Silver Moon pack business." Wolfie responded. Ooh, reciprocating of shots. After all the passive aggressive-ness, more ensued. And so I tuned it out. I fell down a hole of what-ifs and conspiracies. I've known them for years. I feel like I would know if they had a son that was the alpha of a completely different pack(not to mention my mate). It's too uncommon for it not to be well known. Also, that's not how a son talks to his alpha father. Even if he's an alpha himself(again, extremely uncommon), that definitely wouldn't fly. The couple glanced at each other. Dang it, now I wanna know about Wolfie's parents. Wolfie took the opportunity of them looking the other direction to grab the back of my neck and pull me towards him. "If you don't stop right now, I will —!" They turned back around. Unreadable expressions on their faces. The only thing I could read, was you do not want to be Wolfie right about now. He froze. "Please?" He quietly tacked on, his voice going up an octave. I let out a quiet snort. Pulling myself together, I discreetly rolled my eyes and ended my little game. "Everything's under control," I told the concerned couple with a smile. "Thank you for the concern, though." 'Everything is under control.' It may not seem like it, but being able to poke holes in every plot the enemy makes, that's control. That's what's been happening so far. Luna Cara gave me a slow once over to make sure that was truly the case. Her mate just kept looking on with confused skepticism. Once she was satisfied, she met my eyes again. "Okay dear, you take care of yourself." "Thank you. I will," I smiled. They turned in their seats and the discussion was over. That went well. I mean, she might think I'm borderline bipolar for acting completely dejected then switching on a dime to not having a care in the world. But sometimes that's just how life is. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" Wolfie gritted. "Why do I have to have a mate who wants to take over my house? Just another one of life's great mysteries, I guess." ~*~*~*~ "And then, and then I said to him, 'go find your own rainbow butterfly socks, man.'" We all erupted into laughter once again. Jeez, we're annoying. One of the guys was telling a story, that wasn't really that funny, but the way he and his friends were telling it, made it hilarious. Y'know those stories? We got a few weird(more like jealous they're not having as much fun, ha!) looks from the people farther down the table, but after about three or four times we got pretty good at ignoring them. We've been talking and joking with the four chairs on either side of us and the people across from them all through dinner. We've become that section. But that tends to happen with me. Especially if I have people to bounce off of even before all the normal people are interested. That's the case this time. I have Candy, Grace and the guys(a bunch of college age kids, mind you). We're ALWAYS a bad combination when it comes to fancy events. But we're all master's and second's kids so we still get invited to them. Not to mention our accomplishments in the field, but who asked? Someone who seems to be one of Wolfie's friends also came to sit near us(one of his actual friends. Not 30-40 year old dudes he's allies with). And of course Zach, a.k.a Happy, is here too, to his immediate right, while I'm on his left. I could already tell those two were best friends the second I laid eyes on them together, so it's no surprise when the trio work up their own lighthearted conversation. One that makes Wolfie smile so his dimples show. Cue the heart melting. Another addition to the list of reasons Wolfie is a softy. Bad guys don't have dimples. It's just not allowed. Our section of the dining area continues having fun and cracking jokes, and sometimes Wolfie even contributes to the conversation. In fact, he does it a lot. And my heart squeezes every time. But whenever I do — which is the majority of the time — and I say something actually competent or funny, he looks at me like he's surprised. Like he expects me to be a total idiot. "Hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade," Dylan shrugs looking between me and Wolfie. "Dude, life gave me fricken apples and said, 'here, now make lemonade.'," I rolled my eyes. The group chuckled. Even Wolfie let out a laugh. I yelled at myself for letting the pride swell in my chest. It wasn't even that funny, but Wolfie's laugh makes me feel like I'm the funniest person in the world. Goddess, I'm in trouble. "Now oranges I can work with. I'm used to making something out of practically nothing. Just ask Rose and Brandon about when I gave a speech about how life is fair and when you do something good, it gets reciprocated at some convention thingy," I shook my head. "I pulled all of that out of thin air." More chuckles. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it might be true for some people," I spoke out of the corner of my mouth, "lucky Son of a guns," "Hahaha." "But me? NOT one of those people," I exaggerated, making my eyes go wide with my hands making a cutting motion through the air. "We know Maria," Candy laughed at how completely far from the truth what I was preaching at that convention was for me. "But apples are a different story," I continued right back into what I was saying. "Hahahahaha." ~*~*~*~ "Hey Red, you wanna know something funny? When I first met you I thought you were gonna be such a cry baby," Jett commented randomly, shaking his head. He's had quite a few glasses of enhanced champagne. I'll give you three guesses what part they enhanced. We are a bunch of werewolves and vampires. Gotta find some way to spice up the party. "What?" I laughed, both at his bluntness and the statement itself. "Yeah, that's why I didn't bother talking to you at first. I thought you were gonna be all whiny and annoying," he scrunched up his nose in disgust. The people around us chuckled while I let out a full on laugh. "But now I see you differently. Now I see you more like a man." I nearly spit out my drink. Everyone nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. "Oh yep, that's me," I laughed. "And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend." They started cracking up even more. I sighed. "Just kidding, nobody's wondering that." "Hahahahaha!" GUIDE Obviously the rules and what not are different in every book you read, especially when it comes to fictional creatures, so I thought I'd add this as sort of a guide for mine. This will probably be especially helpful for people who are new to the whole werewolf thing too, lol. Vampires- Group of vampires: House. Home of higher ranking vampires: Master house. Leader of house: Master/Mistress. Second in command: Second. Werewolves- Group of werewolves: pack. Home of higher ranking wolves: pack house. Leader of pack: alpha/Luna. Second in command: beta. Lowest ranking wolf in pack: omega. Names- Maria Crimson= vampire second. Also known as Ms Crimson, Mari, and Red, and is also our protagonist. Jason= alpha of his pack. Also known as Wolfie, Jay, and Alpha. (And sometimes Mate.) Zach= beta of Jason's pack. Also known as Happy. Then a bunch of other characters with nicknames that I can write out in another one of these if y'all want, I just didn't think y'all would be interested. Tell me if you guys are having trouble remembering who's who or what's what and stuffs. Later additions: Moon Goddess= goddess of werewolves and vampires. Delta(werewolves)= third in command. Gamma(werewolves again)= super duper strong. Brawn of the pack. Master Abaddon= He's not a good guy. His name means 'the destroyer' in a different language. This stuff is useful later on.