Desdemona had noticed the change, the inconsistancies in Raphael's temprament but especially in the way he had been treating her. She didn't understand. Soemtimes he spoke to her in such a way that she wondered if he really hated her. Sometimes he struck her with such ferocity that she felt as if she was his most hated enemy. Then he would turn completely in the other direction, whisper sweet compliments and flattering words of love and affection while softly stroking her cheek. Which was the true Raphael? Which was the man that she was in love with? About to become married to.
"The peacefeul lycan clans are called peacefeul because they do not attack us, Raphael and if you think father is so weak then why are you even a part of this coven? You seem to stray from our path more and more each day and I just don't understand you. It's as if I don't even know you anymore...." she took a step backward and made for the exit, hating to feel uncomfortable being around the man that was supposedly her fiance.