Despite the outburst, it was clear the rest of the pack looked to Alban as more of a leader than the young, rebellious pup.  The meeting went off without a hitch, and it ended with most of the members of the two packs just assuming that Roxie and Alban would take care of things.  She did her best to hide the feelings growing inside her, mostly by ignoring them and internally telling her wolf to shut the fuck up.  It just wasn't possible.  He couldn't be<i>the one.<br/>
</i><br/>As the people from the meeting left, she debated following them right out.  But she knew better than to run from this.  It would only delay the inevitable.  She still didn't want to look at him, because she worried seeing his eyes, the gentle greens and blues of his irises, would cause everything to pour forth from her.<br/><br/>"You want to know why I stopped coming around,"  She stated, her gaze locked on some of the bottles behind the bar.  She then closed her eyes and forced the words out, even though she did not want to say them, she didn't even want to think about those times.<br/><br/>"My parents were struggling.  My mom stayed with you....  Lance saw you...You and her. Together.  Like,<i>together</i>together."  Even though her mother was over a hundred years old, she had looked more like she was Roxie's sister than her mother when she was alive.  The wolf kept them young and long-lived.  "And I'd think he was just telling me bullshit to piss me off, but he knew about her tattoo.  The one on her right hip, with the flowers and the heart.  The one she got when she married and mated-bonded with my dad..."<br/><br/>She finally lifted her eyes to him and with a bitter shrug of her shoulders, she spoke again.  "There you go.  Out on the open."