CHRIS' POV
"The mating ritual?" I frowned, my eyes fixed on my father.
"Yes," He grunted. "There is very little time. The three of you must claim her - physically."
He winked at me and I resisted the urge to puke. In all the time she had spent with us, I had never once considered the idea of sharing a bed with her, and even now that she was our mate, it sounded a bit weird to me.
"It can't possibly be today," I grunted. "You just said she needs weeks of rest!"
"She sure does," He agreed. "But this step is important for us all, for the pack. And if she survived those trials, surely she can withstand a few minutes with you three."
Evans coughed, emptying the contents of his mouth on the dining table.
"A few minutes? Are you seriously implying that we - "
"Look," Father cut him short
