It's awful dangerous for a woman by herself, with this big storm coming and all.” I snatched the key out of the old man's hands and resisted the urge to yell at him. He was fussing and trying to be helpful, but between his good-intentioned sexism and the hormones screaming through my bloodstream, I was fairly certain he wouldn't survive if he stuck around any longer. “Yes, I'm sure. Thank you.” I flashed him a tight smile and just about bodily shoved him out the cabin door before I shut and locked it. Alone at last, I sank down to the floor and just laid on the wood there for a moment, my eyes closed, breathing a bit unsteady. I'd been traveling through Oregon when I'd felt the first stirrings of the season come upon me. Usually, it came closer to February. A Christmas heat was unexpected and annoying. If I got pregnant, I knew I'd have some relief during the pregnancy and while lactating, but all of the male werecats I'd known were assholes and I had no desire to raise their children.
