Redhawk Caldera point of being right

No puppies would ever be born for Fox to kill, yet that didn't stop a shudder from traveling down Raven's spine, chased soon after by a heat that licked through her from head to toe. She turned, mouth ajar, as Fox strode away, her threats still ringing in her daughter's ears. For a few beats, the Gamma stood frozen and rooted to the spot. She had known this wouldn't be easy but she'd never expected it to go so exceedingly poorly.

"Mom, wait!" she cried out after the retreating Alpha female, her legs feeling as boneless as the day she had confronted Trick. That was the furthest thing from her mind now as she attempted to go after Fox and plead her case. "I've never mated with anyone! I'm a—a virgin! I've never even been in heat!" There was no way to prove these things, just as there was no way to prove her belly was full of nothing but food and water.

She slowed, falling back. Raven knew there was nothing for it, so she should just let Fox go. The only thing that would prove her innocence was time. She was lucky her mother hadn't kicked her to the curb (and that was another reason to leave it alone). Her trembling lips pressed together as she capitulated. She would have been lying if she'd said that having her mother turn her back on her for a crime she didn't commit didn't break her heart, though.