"Indie," Greyson said in the softest tone that Indianna had ever heard come out of his mouth. He gently grabbed her wrists and lowered her hands, but she freaked out and tried to push him away.
"Get off me!" She squealed, but his grip remained firm. "G-Greyson!"
"Listen to me, sugar," he said sternly. "You don't need to be scared of us."
"Oh that's great!" She said sarcastically and pulled against his hold. "Doesn't mean I'm not!"
"I need you to calm down," he said, but not even the sparks made Indianna feel better.
"Get off me!" She whimpered and kicked her feet out, hitting Greyson in the stomach. He wasn't expecting the sudden blow and his grip on Indianna loosened enough so she could yank her arms free and jump off the bed.
"Indianna!" Brooke called but Kirstie was already in front of Indianna, grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her back.
"You need to relax," Kirstie said into Indianna's ear and tightened her hold. "Chill out."
"Let go of me!"
"I will once I'm positive that you aren't going to head straight for the door."
"Indianna-"
"Don't come near me, Greyson!" Indianna said hurriedly, tensing when Greyson stopped in front of her.
"We aren't going to hurt you."
"You're monsters!" She whimpered.
"You know that's not true," he whispered, cupping Indianna's cheek. The sparks felt good, but she tried to ignore them. *I know your desires deep down.*
"Get out of my head!" She snapped. "Get out!"
*I know what your heart wants.*
"Please!" She begged.
*Sugar, you like the way I make you feel.* Greyson ran his fingers up Indianna's arm and she gulped. *I know what you want.*
"You don't," she whispered.
"I do," he smirked and tilted her chin up so she was looking at me. Kirstie slowly let go of Indianna and stepped back as Greyson leaned down. "The connection we have, we can talk in our minds because we are destined for each other. Soulmates," he whispered and crashed his lips to Indianna's.
She didn't pull away.
She kissed him back.
Indianna sat on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was glaring at Greyson who was seated at the end, talking on his phone. He hung up after a few minutes and looked at Indianna.
"You're shaking," he frowned. "Are you cold?"
"I'm fine," she muttered, but Greyson stood up and shrugged his jacket off. He walked over to Indianna, but she flinched away from him. "I'm fine."
Greyson ignored her and draped his jacket round Indianna's shoulders and then sat back down. "You don't seem so full of questions anymore, sugar."
"I want to go home, Greyson."
"You can't until the first stage of the process is complete."
"What is this p-process?" She asked quietly and pulled Greyson's jacket tighter around her.
"It's the process preparing you for your first shift," he said and Indianna's eyes widened.
"W-What?"
"You aren't human, Indie."
"No," Indianna shook her head. "No!"
"Your father was an Alpha of a very powerful pack, you inherited the werewolf gene from him. Females rarely inherit the werewolf gene, for some reason most female's bodies can't handle the pressure of shifting. It's rare when a female is a werewolf, but you're one of those rare females, sugar."
"My dad?" She whispered. "What's an Alpha?"
"Werewolves live in packs, they are werewolf communities and there are hundreds of packs around the world. An Alpha is the leader of the pack and the Luna is the Alpha's mate. Your mother was a Luna."
"Is she a..."
"No, she's human."
"What are y-you?" Indianna asked.
"I am the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the world, and you are my Luna."
"No," she whispered and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Mates are bound together by destiny. There's no fighting the bond and no way to prevent it. We have a bond so deep that not even death can break it. It's weak currently, but over time it grows and the connection formed is stronger than anything in the world. We aren't complete without each other."
"I'm fine how I am, I don't need you," Indianna mumbled.
"Right now you are," he shrugged. "You won't be soon."
Indianna squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
She was sitting next to a werewolf.
A wolf.
Just like the one that killed her father.
"I am not like him!" Greyson snapped, scaring Indianna with his harshness. "Don't you dare compare me to that mutt!"
"Have you killed?" Indianna whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest.
Greyson looked at Indianna with a blank expression.
She knew the answer.
"Did you care?"
Greyson remained silent and Indianna gasped.
"You're a monster."
"No," Greyson said sternly. "I'm not, sugar."
"You've killed people!"
"They deserved it," he said with no emotion in his voice.
"How can you be so heartless," she whispered.
Indianna sat down in the library and fanned herself with her hands, blowing air out of her mouth. "Hot?" Cassie wondered, sitting down next to Indianna.
Indianna nodded and closed her eyes, trying to forget about the piercing migraine that was developing.
"Are you okay?" Cassie asked. "You don't look too good."
"I'll be fine," Indianna said quietly and opened her eyes. "I'll be fine."
*No, you won't,* Greyson's voice said smugly in her head and she sighed. *You always say that and you're always wrong.*
*This time will be different.*
*Oh really?* He chuckled.
*Really,* she snapped.
*I'm in the canteen, sugar,* he said.
*Good for you.*
*Stop being fucking stubborn and come downstairs,* he said.
*I don't know what's making my head hurt more, this migraine or your voice.*
Greyson chuckled in her mind. *It's been four days and each day it gets harder for you, I told you that you couldn't fight this.*
Indianna ran her fingers through her hair and groaned. She was in pain. She had been for the past three days. She could make it stop so easily, but she couldn't give in. She had to fight it for as long as possible.
"Indianna, I don't mean to pry..." Cassie trailed off and Indianna arched an eyebrow at her.
"What?"
"There's been many rumors going around about you and-"
"Please don't finish that sentence," Indianna groaned.
"So it's not true, you and Greyson aren't a thing?"
Indianna gritted her teeth and didn't reply.
Cassie smirked at her silence. "So you are?"
"It's complicated," Indianna sighed.
*You're the one making it complicated, sugar,* Greyson said.
*Shut the hell up.*
"Complicated?" Cassie wondered.
"Complicated," Indianna repeated and gasped.
"Are you alright?"
"I think I'm going to be sick," Indianna gulped and grabbed her bag, jumping out of the chair and rushing to the toilets.
Luckily it was empty as Indianna puked the contents of her stomach into the toilet. It wasn't much, mainly liquid. She hadn't eaten much, only one bite of an apple six hours earlier. "Fuck," Indianna groaned and rinsed her mouth out at the sinks. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She looked worse than she did when she was ill previously. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, she had dark bags under her eyes and had a grey tint to her skin.
Indianna splashed some water onto her face and reached into her bag, taking out her sunglasses out some tablets and some mints. She took two tablets in hopes that they would cure her headache, ate the mints and swapped her normal glasses for her sunglasses, trying to hide her face as much as possible.
"There you are." Indianna jumped in shock when Kirstie, Greyson's older sister, walked in to the toilets and looked up at Indianna. "Let's go, kid."