Roxie quirked an eyebrow up at him as he said Alex's name. Something had felt odd about this entire thing, but she knew that Alaric was dead. She had watched in horror as he bled out at her feet. There was no coming back from that, not even for a werewolf. When he asked about what happened, she glanced over at Johnny. He and her former-alphas knew the story, but they had softened it for the rest of the pack. She took a deep breath and she decided if he wanted to know the truth of what happened that night, she would tell him.<br/><br/>"I had been at Ellie's with some friends, a girl's night and I had been drinking a bit. I got this...panicked text from Alaric, he wanted to meet up, so we went to that cabin by the lake, near the pack boundaries. That was the place we always went to spend time together. I got there and he seemed fine, even happy to see me, but something was off. I don't know if it was that I was already a bit buzzed, but he just..." This was the hard part, the part she was sure the two men in front of her had never heard. She was not even sure Alex would believe it.<br/><br/>"He got very amorous all the sudden and slid his hand up my skirt...I pushed him away and he got more angry than I had ever seen him. I don't know what caused the rage, but he tried to...force things. I had to fight him off and I partially shifted, just with my hand, but I didn't realize how sharp my claws would be. He came at me and I stumbled and tried to push him back, but my claw caught his neck." That was as far as she wanted to explain. It had all happened too fast.<br/><br/>"It was an accident and the worst day of my life...I don't want anyone, from either pack, to go through something like that again. We can prevent it if we make peace and figure out a way to co-exist." She saw the man staring back at her, but her mind still drifted to that night, back and forth, trying once again to make sense of what happened and what was before her.