Ren's POV
I could feel my mother itching to say something as we walked out of my bedroom after I quickly changed into a more formal wear and started heading downstairs for the living room.
"You can say what you want to, Mother." I said and she nodded, heaving a sigh of relief as she stopped us from moving and turned to face me, taking my hand gently and wearing a worried frown on her face "I know that since you came to me with this, I've asked you a million times but I want to ask you again, Ren. Are you sure about this? I don't mean to question your choice because you are old enough to know what you're doing but rejecting your mate is a very big thing, son. It is something that most werewolves never recover from? Are you sure that this is the only way out? Are you sure that you can be
