"I'm so sorry." Roxie had not heard about his parents, but that did not surprise her completely. It might have looked like a point of weakness, the loss of a pack leader, so best to keep things quiet until Alaric was firmly in his position in his pack. He had lost so much of his family, it made sense.<br/><br/>She leaned her head on his shoulder, thinking the touch might comfort both of them. She thought again back to that night, because it felt like the key to everything. "It was a strange night, I was just...You were--" She paused and corrected herself. In her mind, it was him that night still, that memory was still burned into her brain. Now, she attempted to examine it. "He was so off, but I thought it was you, I thought maybe you were still upset after that fight with your dad and that something else had come up..."<br/><br/>Roxie turned the memories over in her mind, trying to think if there were any clues. "It seemed like you, it smelled like you. Alexander always had a different scent, it made it easy to tell you two apart...But that night, it smelled like you." Her eyes narrowed as she realized the one thing that had felt off that night.<br/><br/>"He tasted different...He tried to kiss me and I pushed him away." Jealousy was certainly a factor, now that she knew it was Alexsander and not Alaric, she realized that did seem to bother him at the time. Maybe he was mad that even in the guise of his brother, she still would not choose him.<br/><br/>"Someone who's still alive had to know what happened though, if your parents are dead..."