“Vanessa!” she heard him shouting after her, and stopped before turning around, looking at the ground.
“Why are you running, farfallina? Please stop and talk to me,” he asked her as he got closer, but she took a step back before he could touch her.
“Didn’t you hear, Raffaele? I can’t be the Luna of your pack, I’m sorry…” she replied, unsuccessfully trying to keep her voice from trembling.
“Why not? You’re my mate, and I…”
“That doesn’t matter, they even believe I killed my own mother just to… to weasel my way into your home,” Vanessa yelled, outraged just at the thought of it.
“But I don’t believe that. I know you didn’t, and…”
“Raffaele, it doesn’t matter what you believe. This is about your pack, your family. Your relations with the packs around you are at stake here…” she insiste
