He loudly groaned.
“Did you start the oven?”
“Good Lord, yes,” I said, before letting out a loud sigh.
He rolled back over on his back and put the pillow on top of his head.
“You can go back to sleep in the bed?”
“Absolutely not,” he grumbled.
“Jeez, forget I mentioned it,” I said.
I carried on cooking the sausage before I added flour to the sausage and grease. Once it was mixed, I added milk slowly, making a thick gravy. About the time the timer beeped, letting me know the biscuits were done, the gravy was just the right consistency. I made myself a plate and went to the table to eat.
“It’s done,” I told him.
“I know,” he said, flatly.
“Ya know, when it's shifting time, you're like a woman about to start her period. Pissy as fuck,” I said.
“Yes. No. Yes. It’s complicated. If only you fully understood, and no, before you ask, I’m not explaining it,” he said.
I pressed my lips tightly and blinked rapidly for several seconds. I wanted to yell at him so loud, but I didn’t. I closed my eyes, took in a huge breath, and then continued eating my food. A few minutes later, he sat at the table. His brows were furrowed as he focused on the plate in front of him.
“What is the plan for tomorrow?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” he countered.
“It’s the start of the full moon, you will shift…” I said.
“Yes, I’m exactly aware of the moon cycle,” he said.
“PMSing woman,” I said under my breath.
“I’m ignoring that.”
“Is someone coming to stay with me tomorrow?”
“No. I’ll stay in the woods.”
“I’ll be by myself,” I said.
“Aw, will you miss me?” he teased.
“No,” I said quickly.
“I’ll be outside hunting my favorite… deer,” he said.
“You’re a fucking ass,” I said.
I grabbed my plate. All appetite gone. I cleared the rest into the trash. I washed the pans and my plate before I headed out the door. I decided that I’d start running. Once I got to the river, I started running up the riverbank. I only made it so far before the bank ran out, and I had to turn around and run back down the bank. I ran past the trail to the house. I'd never been down that way.
I ran down the bank until I was no longer able to. By the time I made it back to the trail to go back to the house, I had to stop to catch my breath. As I ran up to the house, Quinnlyn was sitting in a chair on the porch. He looked up from his book at me. He made a low growl noise and looked back down at his book. I squinted my eyes at him.
“Running, eh?” he asked.
“I used to love running years ago. It had always helped me work through things,” I told him.