Rejection For the Rejectee (Werewolf SoulMate) COMPLETED

12 - Let's Try Not To Send The Heads Rolling

***Zed***

I looked at my phone and thought about texting Val to see if she might want something. I felt bad about not being able to tell her why I wouldn't shift with the pack though I could see she wanted to know, and I also knew she was feeling a bit down because Cam had to leave yesterday (Though I was secretly dancing with joy inside). I heard illegible grumblings and obvious cursing from the isle in front of me. I looked up from my screen to see a mighty fine arse in the air. Oh, wow. I really shouldn't be looking at another woman's butt but jeez, it was fine! I could tell it had a good amount of meat on it and clad in those dark jeans it looked a-maz-ing. Seriously.

The smell of sunshine, forest and something else I couldn't identify tickled my nose. Oh, shit, it's Valentine! Well that makes checking her arse out okay then. She rose, muttering and glaring at something in her hand. She turned and flagged down a teenager in the supermarket uniform. "Sorry, but do you have any of the branded Jaffa Cakes in this bloody shop?" she huffed, brandishing the packet of cakes in front of him.

"No, we don't," he answered rudely. Urg, teenagers. Val's eyes narrowed and her face turned slightly red. It seemed that the kid had really managed to rile her. I'd take that as my cue to butt in, then.

"Phee!" I called and she spun to face me. The kid scuttled away and she turned to see him go.

"Now look at what you've done!" She huffed at me.

"It looked like you were about to eat him, Phee, I think I did you both a favor. I doubt he would have tasted nice. Why are you in such a bad mood anyway?" Usually it took a bit more to rile her up. I took her scent into my lungs again and it clicked. Was she on her...? She smiled at me sarcastically, all teeth with wolfen danger.

"Yeah," she drawled. Well that defiantly explained her bad mood. When female Were's were on their period, they were even worse than the worst human- and Were's knew to get out and stay out of their way. They turned moody, short tempered, emotional and ready to kill at any moment. It was kind of scary. You want to terrify someone? Put a female werewolf during their monthlies on their scent. They won't come out alive.

"Oh baby, why didn't you just say so?" I cooed and made smootchy noises.

"Why would I tell you, you bloody piece of monkey shit?" She seethed. "Who are you, my boyfriend?"

"No, but I'm planning to be, so this is good practice."

"No bloody way Romeo, you keep your paws to yourself, and if you even dare- what are you doing?"

I grabbed some Maryland's off the shelf and tossed them into her basket hanging off her arm. I then took the basket from her and wrapped my arm around her waist, leading her down the aisle to the savory items.

"I'm shopping," I stated and started looking from what I wanted.

"Yes I can see that, I'm not stupid. Are you calling me stupid, Griffin? Because if you're calling me stupid I'll kick your arse so much that we'd have to go to the doctor to get my foot out of your asshole," she growled. I didn't doubt she would do just that.

"No, of course I'm not calling you stupid, love," I reassured softly. That didn't go down too well either.

"Don't patronize me, mate! And stop putting things in my basket!"

I placed some tomato sauce next to the pasta I'd just put into the basket before she snatched the sauce from me and put it onto the shelf again. She grabbed the basket off me as well. "I am perfectly capable of putting things in my own basket, thank you very much!"

"Yes, I know, love," I said as I calmly took the sauce and put it into the basket again. She started ranting at me again and I did what any other sensible male Were would do: I shut my mouth and agreed with everything she said. Really I didn't want to push her too far otherwise I might find my head rolling on the floor and I quite liked my head where it was. I'd grown rather fond of it.