"Why?" Regina asked, confused. "Leaving here would at least give us hope, wouldn't it? Why must we stay?"
Verna turned her face away, avoiding Regina's sharp, unwavering gaze. Her voice was low and resolute: "There is no why. Simply put, I will never leave the Red Moon Pack. And neither will your father."
Her words were firm and final, leaving no room for argument. Regina's brow furrowed deeply. She truly didn't understand—didn't comprehend why whenever the thought of leaving was brought up, her parents reacted so strongly, as if it threatened everything they stood for.
In the end, Regina didn't stay for dinner. Verna's invitation was little more than an excuse, and Regina had lost the mood. She honestly didn't know why her parents would rather watch her fall apart than leave this place. What had happened that made leaving impossible?
