Taking a deep breath, Deucalion knocked on the door in front of him. In a matter of moments, Hayley answered it.
She blinked up at him. "Deucalion?"
Shoving one hand in his pocket, he brushed the other through his freshly cut hair, melting the snow in it. "Hey, Hayley. Michael here?"
"Ah, yes. Is Allison with you?" she asked hopefully.
"No. She doesn't know I'm here. I need to have a chat with Michael."
Her eyes dimmed in disappointment. "Oh."
He couldn't help it; he had to say something. "You know, you could call her or come visit. It shouldn't be only her responsibility to keep in touch with you. As my wife and queen of the pack, she has other obligations to take care of. She's not just your book-keep anymore."
She looked away. "I know."
He couldn't remember having a short temper
