She didn't want to be Inna Baranski anymore…
The Raven had thought that after Hearthwood had died she could go on as Inna. She was wrong, Inna had died the day she'd been left in the Kingswood. Then she been put to rest in the Ghastly Woods.
Could she be someone different if she changed her name? Could she have a new life where the past didn't matter anymore?
Maybe just that small change would make her feel differently. Being someone else could help her to move on with her life and help her to not feel so stuck all the time.
She didn't want to be that girl who’d lost her parents and broken pack law. The one who had lost everyone she loved because of so many reasons that to think about them just made her head hurt. Most of all she didn't want to be that girl who had fallen in love with Lorcan and have a child with him only to feel like she'd been lied to.
Keeping the weight off her leg as much as possible the Raven moved through the woods until she came upon a promising scent. Following it she realized that there was something under the snow. Carefully she dug into the snow and as she dug deeper the scent became stronger. She realized it was a squirrel. Obviously it wasn't a live but in her current state the Raven couldn't be choosy about her meals. She continued to pull the snow away from what she knew to lay beneath it. Her mind continuing on it's train of thought and in time her decision was made.
She wouldn't be Inna Baranski anymore.