"Indie, I am sorry," Iris said after an awkward silence. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you-"
"I don't want apologies," Indianna said. "I want answers, mum. I have a brother, how is that possible?"
Iris stiffened and sighed. "It's a long story."
"I have time."
"I guess I better start at the beginning then," Iris gulped.
"That would be beneficial," Greyson snapped. "No more lies, Iris. You tell Indie the truth or I will, despite your wishes."
Iris nodded and looked at her daughter. "Before you were born, Indie, your father and I had a son. Your brother. He was a lovely child. We both loved Jason to pieces. He was the apple to our eye."
"What happened?"
"Jason started to act out. It was nothing major at first, but some of the things he did weren't normal of a child. He enjoyed suffering. He used to catch rabbits, squirrels and enjoy killing them. He was 10 when you were born and for two years we lived happily. He was a little strange at times, but having you made him better. He wasn't as," Iris cringed when she said the next word, "mental when you were around. He cared for you like an older brother should have. He loved you."
"He has a funny way of showing that now," Greyson growled.
"One day, we were given some bad news," Iris whispered. "That news changed everything."
*
"Indianna!" Peter Hughs gasped and picked up his grinning two year old daughter. Indianna squealed in delight as she was spun around in the air and she clapped her hands, wanting her father to do it again. "I think I'm getting old," Peter chuckled as Iris Hughs walked into his office with Jason, their 12 year old son, by her side. "That was a lot easier when you were younger, son."
"Perhaps I should take her, old man," Jason teased. "I could take her to the woods, show her the rabbits I killed. I skinned them too! It was so gruesome! It was awesome!"
"Jason," Iris frowned and placed her hand on her sons shoulder. "What did I say about those animals!"
Jason pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, looking angrily at the floor. "To not harm them."
"You will do well to remember that, young man," Iris said sternly.
"Listen to your mother, son," Peter nodded. "Take your sister, Jason, we have visitors arriving soon."
Jason looked up and he grinned as Peter passed Indianna over to him. "Who?" Jason wondered as he easily held up his squirming sister.
"Alpha Mark and Luna Laura," Peter told his son. "They are from a pack in America, but are close friends. Them along with a few pack members are here on a social visit."
Jason nodded and laughed when Indianna reached up and poked his face. "I'm going to take Indie up to my room," he said.
"Be on your best behaviour when they arrive, Jason," Iris said.
Indianna looked at her mother in shock. "You..." She swallowed and tried to force words out. "You... Dad... You kicked your 12 year old son out of your pack!"
"He was destined to bring death and destruction," Iris said. "We had no choice!"
"You had every choice! Just because some nutjob psychic person has a vision it doesn't mean you have to do the most drastic thing!" Indianna yelled and Greyson placed his hands on Indianna's waist and pulled her closer to him.
"That nutjob psychic is our pack member, sugar, watch your words," Greyson said into Indianna's ear. He didn't let go of her, he could feel Indianna's anger rising.
"It's your fault!" Indianna gasped and held her hand to her mouth. "The reason dad is dead! The reason why Rogue is harassing me!"
"Indianna!" Iris said, her eyes wide in shock.
"If you and dad hadn't have kicked him out then dad might be alive!" Indianna whimpered. "Oh my god!"
"You can't know that," Iris frowned.
"I think it's a pretty good guess!" Indianna exclaimed. "Oh my god, get out!
"What?" Iris frowned.
"I can't bare to look at someone who would banish their son!" Indianna cried. "You had one chance mum, one more chance! You've blown it."
"Indianna, no! Jason is evil! You can't be taking his side!" Iris whimpered.
"Because of you! I'm not taking his side! Yes, he has brought death and destruction, but maybe he wouldn't have if you would have kept him in the pack! You were his mother! I never would have abandoned my child! Never!" Indianna snapped. "Get out of my sight!"
"Indianna, please don't do this," Iris said sadly.
"Iris, go," Greyson said sternly and wrapped his arms around a shaking Indianna. "She's on the verge of loosing control."
"Please," Iris pleaded. "I'm sorry-"
"Get out!" Indianna screamed and Iris quickly jumped up. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"Sugar," Greyson grunted and in a flash he was straddling Indianna and pinning her arms to her side. "I know you're angry, but you need to calm down."
"Calm down!" Indianna yelled and struggled in Greyson's hold. "How can I calm down after what I just found out! My parents made Rogue the way he is! The man I looked up to my whole life deserted his only son-"
Greyson covered Indianna's mouth with his hand. "Take a moment," he instructed. "Breathe. Calm yourself."
Indianna glared at Greyson and tried pushing him off her with her free hand, but he easily grabbed both of her hands in one of his and pinned them above her head.
"Sugar, you won't think straight if you're clouded with anger," Greyson said softly. "Just calm down."
After a few minutes Indianna went limp and she closed her eyes as a few tears slipped out. Greyson slowly moved his hand and let go of her arms. "I don't know what to think," Indianna said quietly. "My mind is a mess."
"I know," Greyson sighed and he shuffled back so Indianna could sit up. "I'm sorry, sugar."
"For?"
"For everything," Greyson muttered and cupped Indianna's cheek. "For the lies... The secrets... Everything. I'm so sorry."
Indianna nodded and placed her hand over Greyson's. "It's okay."