Page 75 of Broken Wolf

Once work was officially over—which was sort of an oxymoron for the FBI—we set up in one of the unused meeting rooms. Ashley and her friends handled the tech side of it, but a few of our techies realized something was going on and gave us a hand.

Behind me on the whiteboard were a few things written that undoubtedly gave them a hint that I was pissed and what I was working on should be good.

And there was a PowerPoint presentation that would come on with the video in a split screen with me. I was ready when they gave me the green light we were recording. They could edit the video later, but there probably wasn’t much to be done, and I certainly wasn’t going to care enough to do any retakes.

“I’m Alpha Sera, and before any of you are allowed on our pack lands again for the joint full moon functions, all of your Alphas will assure me that you have watched this video. It’s called ‘Periods for Pricks.’” That was half of what was written behind me. “It has been brought to my attention that some of the men of the pack and guests have had some issues.

“Apparently, you’re a bit squeamish about wolves who are on their periods during the full moon and that you have to deal with that.” I turned and slapped the other board where I had writing. “Grow the fuck up. That is the main message of this video along with education, but I want you to hear me that the answer is you need to grow the fuck up.

“The women of the pack or any shifters do not need to change how they handle their bodies and needs for the very normal thing of menstruation. You need to—say it with me now—grow the fuck up.” I slapped on a hostile smile and nodded. “You are only here because of a woman who menstruated and then had your stupid ass.

“You want to know what’s gross? What we go through to pop you idiots out. That’s gross. What happens to our bodies to give you life is horrific. And what came out of your asses later that we have to clean up. By the gods, it’s—I haven’t grown nose hairs since. They all withered and died. And the gross belly button alien we had to deal with.

“Oh, and the cream for your penises to protect them from the diapers. I’m still traumatized from having to do that and be in charge of that. That was all gross. My period is not gross. You don’t understand gross if that has your delicate, fragile sensibilities shattered because someone took out a tampon around you.

“Or you saw pads in clothes when they undressed to shift. That’s just life. And the fact that any of you—you all chew into animals and get blood all over the damn place and you’re going to cry about a damn pad? Fine, the prey don’t, but even some of them eat meat so raw I gag. But you know what I did?”

I went back to the board and slapped it.

“Yeah, I grew the fuck up and dealt with it. And so will all of you. Because we ignore your damn boners because you’re excited to shift or you’re so damn happy you got to chase and eat squirrels while you ran around. We were mature and ignored it. You didn’t. And I plan on having words with a bunch of you because we know what really happened.

“You wanted to get a moment to be pervs and check out the hotties who had to get naked in front of you. That’s how you were paying such close attention to notice what was going on when they handled their needs off to the side. Anyone want to argue with me that we aren’t supposed to do that? It’s against the code of being shifters, right?

“So you little shits were stepping out of line and then had the balls—stupidity really—to then whine and moan that they were on their periods and you had to see that, deal with it. You didn’t deal with shit. You saw something. Oh no. You poor dears. Let me check you’re okay after I kick your ass all over the place.”

I moved to the table and gestured to the array of period products that I’d had Ashley pick up for me.

“Now you’re going to really learn more than what I’m sure you did during your two seconds of women’s health you didn’t pay attention to in high school.” I picked up the first tampon and opened it. “This gets inserted in us and pushed up as basically a plug to keep a shedding uterus under control and absorb that gross.”

I pushed the plunger and showed them.

“This applicator can’t be flushed. So whichever genius said that—you’re extra stupid. Pads can’t be flushed either if you like your plumbing and house.”

I went through the line talking about flows and showing the different sizes. Then the different pads, menstruation cups, and even overnight period underwear.

“Now, since this is educational, I’m going to overshare for those of you who might need a bit of advice,” I told them, holding up a normal, super, and super plus tampon. “I start with normal, most of my period I use super, but for those couple of heavy days or overnight, I use super plus. The size of tampon needed does not mean the woman is a whore or loose.

“The rule of thumb is if you’re bleeding or ‘leaking’ around your tampon in a couple of hours, you need to go up a level. If it’s uncomfortable to take out after a few hours, you need to go down a level. Same with pads, but I find them uncomfortable given my job and activity level. I have only tried the menstrual cup twice and I didn’t like it.

“I felt it, and while I’ve heard that means I need to try a different brand, I haven’t had the spare time to get into it all. We’re busy as women. Sometimes busy dealing with idiots, so unfortunately you might need to get used to that. If they’re stupid with you, come to me, and I promise I have a doctorate in how to handle stupid men and I will smack sense into them.”

My lips twitched when a few of the women snickered or tried to smother a laugh. Glad this was having the intended effect.

“Now, hopefully, you now understand a bit better about this completely normal and natural process that happens to women every month. I would have thought it wouldn’t be an issue with people who were half animal and all about natural everything—including some of you scratching behind your ears and sniffing butts.

“Apparently, some of your idiotic male DNA couldn’t be helped. My other beef is with the women who told some of the young women to leave this alone or let it go.” I snapped one of the tampons in my hand without even meaning to. “I don’t know what generation you’re from or what—actually, I don’t care. Please keep your stupid quiet going forward.

“We don’t accept bad behavior in this pack. We don’t allow men to treat women badly or demean us in any way so a ‘fuss’ isn’t kicked up or whatever. No, we spank the idiot men. Repeatedly, if needed. I also have questions about the men in your life that you thought it was something shameful or to be hidden because they had pads in their panties.

“Because I thought we were more evolved than that being part animal. I grew up human and was still in that mindset. My husband recently wanted to be intimate during my cycle and I was dumbfounded, absolutely flabbergasted that he even wanted to shower with me. I reminded him of my menstruation and he chuckled that I worried over that.

“He said it was the most natural thing in the world and the reason I would be able to give his son a sibling one day.” I smiled when a few of the women swooned a bit. “He didn’t care. He takes care of me during it and washed me during my yucky period you boys are ready to faint over having seen proof we have them.

“So again…” I went over to the board and tapped it. “Say it with me. Grow the fuck up and become men. Ladies, if the men in your life don’t behave this way, you might want to think about getting new men in your life. Truly. Because our menstruation is no joke.”

I nodded when the women glanced at each other.

“I was human first. My period is worse as a shifter. Supe birth control is at least five times worse than it was as a human. It sucks. It sucks massively. And we suffer through that so you can have sex and not babies before you’re ready, you spoiled little shits. Should we put a rule into place where you all get snip-snipped?

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