The next day, Allison actually smiled as she stepped out of the cabin. She'd slept soundly in Deucalion's arms.
Zipping up her jacket, she jogged down the steps to meet up with Chris. "Good morning."
"Good morning, your grace."
Allison cleared her throat deliberately.
He looked over at her. "Allison. If I may be so bold, you seem…better…today."
She smiled up at him. "I am. Deucalion and I, well, I think we may have come to an understanding last night."
His lips lifted slightly as he nodded. "That's good. When the alpha couple is in good spirits, it's always good for the pack. So where are we off to?"
"I wanted to speak with Lisa about Marcus's victims. Over the past couple of weeks, I noticed there really wasn't a support system for things like that."
"You mean like the groups that
