Roxie shifted, uneasy, and still not quite willing to believe the version of things he had put forth.  She didn't think that was how her mother treated him, and any woman with eyes would see how attractive he was.  Even she had spent her teen years with schoolgirl crushes on the big, strong elder wolf that he was.  It was not something she would ever admit now, not to him, but it was still true.<br/><br/>"Why would he tell me that, if he knew it would just piss me off?  I was so mad at you, and at her, and the situation you both put us all in."  Roxie had never confronted her mother, though she probably should have.  She had just buried it all with her mother.  She couldn't exactly avoid the woman who raised her, so most of her anger got put on Alban instead.<br/><br/>"Shit.  This is so fucked up."  She groaned.  She did not want to admit how wrong she might be, because it meant all that anger was just not even worth the effort.