78. Clarissa

Today was my 24th birthday and although it was supposed to be a day filled with celebration, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest. As a female in my pack, tradition dictated that I must be married before I turn 25. The pressure to make decisions about my future was weighing heavy on my mind.

I was jolted awake by the melodic chirping of birds outside my window. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up in bed, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm my racing thoughts. Suddenly, the door to my room creaked open and my mother appeared, dressed in her favorite night robe.

"Happy birthday, Clarissa," she said with a warm smile, as she approached my bed holding a small, intricately wrapped box. I tore off the pink paper to reveal a pair of stunning diamond earrings nestled inside.

"Thank you, Mum," I said, trying my best to sound grateful. But she could see right through me, as mothers often do.

"Come on, I expected a bit more excitement," she said