The ritual

Laura's point of view:

I ran my hand through my hair while facing my mate. He was talking about something like a ritual, acceptance, and other things like that.

I was in deep trouble because nothing seemed to grab my attention.

I felt my mate's soft hand caress my cheek, which brought me back to reality.

"What is it, Wolfie? You don't seem like yourself. Is something troubling you?"

"Nothing!" I lied. "I'm just... feeling bored. It's been about a month, and all I do is either eat or sleep."

"Well, if you've been listening, you'll know that what I'm telling you kind of solves your issue."

Hearing that, I decided to focus on what he was saying, but I spoke less than usual. Every time I spoke, he noticed that something was not right with me. And whenever he asked about it, I found myself lying. I hate lying to him; it tears my heart to pieces.

"As I was saying, tomorrow night, the acceptance ritual will be held in your honor..."

"The what?" I asked, surprised by the term and the