"I'm fine," Brooke nodded.
"Where is Jason?" Indianna panicked and looked around the empty space.
"I don't know," Brooke said. "He left us here and just left. We've been here for hours."
"Oh my gosh," Indianna groaned. "I don't understand. Why is he doing this? What does he want?"
"I overheard him," Brooke said quietly. "Talking to Brandon."
"What did he say?"
"Greyson's pack is powerful," Brooke said. "He wants it."
"But he's a rouge! Why would he want a pack?"
"He wants control of everything, Indie. The whole werewolf world. He's going to start with this town and then he's going to slowly get more power-"
"No, he won't. He can't get this pack or the town. Like you said, our pack is powerful, and we have Jansen helping us."
"Indie, you've been unconscious," Brooke whispered. "He's got men. He's got more than we ever considered. He can do it, he can take control."
"He told me he wants to settle down!" Indianna gasped. "In this town!"
"He may want to, but he also has other plans," Brooke sighed.
"No," Indianna said, dread forming in her stomach. "Oh god, he wants Greyson. He isn't going to kill him, but to take control he needs him out of the way. We're bait, Brooke. We're bait for the pack."
"You never should have come, Indie," Brooke sighed. "You should have just left me."
"That never would have happened. You'd be dead if I did-" Indianna's voice cracked. "Just like Martha. Besides, if you're saying he has enough power to take over then he would have got me eventually. I just delayed the inevitable."
"I don't want to give up," Brooke said. "But I can't help it. We're doomed, Indie. We're all screwed-"
"Let's try to stay optimistic-"
"Oh, it's bullshit!" Brooke cried and pulled against the restraints binding the two girls together. "Fuck the werewolf world! Fuck everyone, we're screwed. Rogue has won."
Indianna swallowed and closed her eyes.
She didn't want Brooke to be right, but she knew she was.
Indianna took a deep breath and opened her mind to Greyson.
*Sugar, when I get to you you're in so much fucking trouble,* Greyson's voice came immediately.
*Don't.*
*What's he done? Are you hurt? How is Brooklyn?*
*We're bait,* Indianna said. *Rogue wants control. He wants control of the whole werewolf world and he's starting with this town. Our pack.*
*Over my dead body,* Greyson growled. *Sugar, we know your location. We're coming.*
*Don't!* Indianna yelled. *Greyson, I'm so sorry for sneaking out, but don't come for us. You've only located us because he's let you! He wants you to come.*
*Good, I'll kill him when I see him.*
*No!* Indianna cried. *Goddamnit, listen to me, you idiot! He's powerful, Greyson. Brooke said he's got more men than we ever anticipated. He can defeat you and Jansen! If you come to us you'll be doing exactly what he wants!*
Indianna wasn't sure what was happening. One minute she was watching Greyson run towards her and the next minute she was shoved to the ground and she saw a sandy coloured wolf fly over her head. She gasped and frantically looked around. Wolves were streaming in from every direction. Teeth barred, growling and looking ravenous.
She screamed as the wolves started to attack Greyson's pack.
"My pack," she whispered and rolled onto her side. She was on the outside looking in and it was horrible. The growls were loud and she flinched when she heard the snapping of a jaw into flesh. A painful howl filled the air and she looked around, desperately trying to find the injured wolf and praying it was one of Jason's.
There was a blur of colours and she failed to locate Greyson's black coat. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her breaths were coming out rapidly. Her eyes landed on a large grey wolf as it tackled Brandon to the ground and easily slung him to the side. It looked ready to kill.
Suddenly the wolf stopped its advances on Brandon and turned to a wide eyed Brooke. The wolf suddenly dropped its dangerous demeanour and lowered its back, allowing Brooke to climb onto him.
"Harry," Indianna breathed and nodded. "Brooke's safe."
Indianna looked around again and she cried out when she saw a dusty orange wolf get tackled to the ground by a snarling muddy brown coloured wolf. Something inside her told her she knew the orange wolf.
"Kal," she whispered and gasped when he howled in pain as the muddy wolf bit into his shoulder. Indianna sucked in a breath as a softer brown coloured wolf tackled the muddy one off of Kal and she let out a small sigh of relief.
Ace.
Indianna glanced around again, desperate to find her mate. She fought against the ropes binding her wrists as she looked, not successful at either task. Indianna then closed her eyes and focused all her energy on Greyson. She slipped into his mind and was overwhelmed with his emotions.
He was fuelled with anger and his hate towards Jason was like a flame, only getting stronger. But he was also scared. He was frantic to see Indianna and she was scared that his worry for her would distract him.
*I'm fine,* she said, hoping to put him at ease. *You better be too.*
Indianna then went into his mind fully and her surroundings changed. Her vision was sharper and clearer. She was seeing through the eyes of Greyson's wolf.
Greyson's wolf was amazing, bounding over the bodies of fallen wolves and easily attacking the standing ones. He tumbled to the ground on top of an enemy wolf and dug his teeth into his neck, ripping out the enemy's flesh and spitting it to the ground. He moved on quickly to his next target, killing it within seconds.
Greyson paused and took a second to look around. He spotted Harry trying to defend himself and Brooke. If it was just him he had to worry about Harry would have no problem, but he was struggling with Brooke on his back. Ace was paired with Kal who was slowly healing from his injury. They were putting up a good fight. His eyes landed on Kirstie and Mac who worked in sync with each other. Kirstie was playing with her victims until Mac ended it quickly but painfully for the enemy. Jansen was fighting well, his wolves were strong, but they weren't a warrior pack. They were starting to struggle.
Greyson then looked around again, taking in the amount of enemy wolves. He couldn't count. It was like they were the viscous sea and Greyson and everyone else were the small island that was waiting to get flooded.
Indianna felt Greyson's emotion just before he hid it from her.
Dread.
He knew it was a slim chance they were going to win.