“Well, he told me it was complicated, and he wasn’t explaining it to me.”
“I bet he did,” she said, still laughing. “I’m not sure you or I are ready for this conversation, either.”
I tilted my head at her. “I feel like there is something big I’m missing.”
“Oh, you are…”
“Well… I’m waiting…”
“Have you ever heard that some women’s cycles sync with the moon? Some women start around a full moon, some around a new moon. If a woman starts around a full moon, which is more common, it generally means they are fertile around the new moon.”
“What does a woman’s cycle have to do with this?”
“I’m getting there… The shifting that happens is linked to women. Linked to creating more werewolf babies. The days leading up to the full or new moon, werewolves are… they… well, they are horny, dear.”
I gasped. She was right. I wasn’t prepared for this conversation.
“When they first transition, these feelings are more heightened up to a week before shifting, but as they control it better, it usually is only the two to three days before. They are quite sensitive to pheromones. Do ya know what that is?”
“A smell that we release?” I asked.
“Sort of yes, they are scents that humans have. We generally don’t notice it on each other. They are excreted through various body smells, like sweat,” she said.
I gulped. I thought about how bothered he was after my run yesterday. He said I smelled ripe, and that it wasn’t a bad thing. I felt the warmth rush into my cheeks.
“Yes, dear, he smells you,” she said.
Except she didn’t know exactly why I felt embarrassed.
“Wonderful,” I managed to say.
“So long story short, for werewolves, this is their breeding time if you will. Men that are… ahem… satisfied tend to be less snappy on the days leading up to shifting,” she said.
“Wait… are you suggesting?”
“No.No. No. I was just explaining this very awkward conversation to you. Of course, this is how my sister explained it to me. I may have lost some details over the years,” she said.
“This was… um… yeah… I was indeed not prepared for it,” I said. I shoveled the jambalaya into my mouth. My mind spun trying to formulate thoughts.
“You got real quiet?” she said.
“What am I supposed to say? He wants sex, and he’s grumpy because he doesn’t get it,” I said.
“Well.. It’s more complicated than that. His is primal. Werewolves usually marry other werewolves, so it’s not an issue. Well, there is a mating and binding process, but I won’t get into that… it will confuse you more,” she said.
“I’m already confused…”
“Now think how I felt when my sister got involved with a werewolf…”
“So, she wasn’t one, right?”
“Nope.”
“At first, I didn’t like it—their relationship, I mean, but they loved each other, and she welcomed the times he was infatuated with her,” she said while laughing.
“She didn’t feel like he was using—”
“No. No. The thing is, he loved her immensely. He only ever wanted her, never looking at another woman. He doted on her every day. It made her want him just as much as he wanted her,” she said.
