"Sugar, come down for dinner," Greyson said, standing in the doorway.
Indianna didn't say anything and hoped Greyson would go away.
"I'm not going to go away. I know you're shocked and still annoyed with me, but I will not have my mate refusing to eat," Greyson said. "You've had a long day."
"I'll eat later," Indianna murmured and wiped her cheek where a tear had fallen.
"No," Greyson said sternly. "Now."
"Can't you see I'm not in the mood?" Indianna snapped. "You just dropped that bombshell on me and then refused to elaborate!"
"I told you, it's not my secret to tell. It's your mother's."
"I don't want to see you unless you're telling me what I want to hear."
"Sugar, you aren't going to want to hear what your mother has to tell you about Rogue," Greyson said quietly.
"Leave," Indianna said.
"I'll send you some food," Greyson said.
He stepped back, shut the door and left Indianna alone.
You will eat it.
Indianna let out a long breath and lay back on the bed. Her mother and Greyson had known who Rogue was for God knew how long, and now Greyson was refusing to tell her.
It's up to your mother to tell you, sugar, he had said.
She wasn't going to see her mother for a few days.
"I hate him," Indianna whispered and covered her face with her hands. "I hate him!"
"That's not very nice."
Indianna felt the bed dip, and Kal pulled her arms away from her face.
"Greyson?"
"I dislike him at the moment," she said and sat up. "I hate Rogue, however."
"We're going to get him," Kal said. "And when we do, I'm going to rip off his tiny, weedy little balls."
Indianna couldn't help but laugh at Kal's cheerful tone.
"Do you know who he is?"
Kal shook his head.
"Greyson hasn't told anyone. Only he and your mum know."
"He won't tell me," Indianna said quietly.
"From what I know, it's your mum's secret, not his."
"You're siding with him!" Indianna groaned.
"No," Kal said. "But you know he would tell you if he could. Indie, we'll be home soon. You won't be in the dark for much longer."
"Some birthday I've had," she muttered.
Kal smiled and nudged her.
"The day isn't over yet!" he declared and stood up. "Let's go and get some food!"
"You go," Indianna said. "I'm not hungry."
"Come on," Kal said, attempting his best puppy-dog eyes. "For me?"
"You mean for Greyson," Indianna corrected. "I know he sent you to see me."
"Nothing gets past you, eh?" Kal said. "Okay, Greyson did send me, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to come and see you.
"Indie, we all care about you. I don't want to see you moping around in your room. Put on a brave face, take a deep breath and come downstairs.
"If it would make you feel better, I'd happily hold Greyson back so you could kick him between the legs again. I've been tempted to do it before, but I think he might murder me."
Indianna smirked.
"Probably."
"So, join us for dinner?"
Indianna pursed her lips.
"I'm really not in the mood—"
"I may have forgotten to mention one important piece of information," Kal said, smiling sheepishly. "I may or may not have been ordered to carry you downstairs if I have to."
"The ass!" Indianna gasped. "The controlling little shi—"
"He just wants to make sure you eat!" Kal said quickly. "You've had a very stressful day. It isn't every day you find out about an extremely painful ceremony, argue with your mate and have a massive secret only half explained to you..."
Kal stopped when he noticed Indianna's expression.
"Oh shit. I'm not helping, am I?"
Indianna shook her head.
"No."
"Sorry," Kal mumbled before smiling cheekily. "So, let's go, Luna!"
Indianna pouted and narrowed her eyes at Kal's extended hand.
"Fine," she mumbled.
She took his hand and let him pull her up from the bed.
"Great!" Kal cheered.
He wrapped his arm around Indianna's shoulders as they walked out of the room.
Kal, being Kal, talked about complete and utter nonsense as they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen.
Janson's pack house was much smaller than Greyson's, so hardly any pack members stayed there apart from the higher-ranking wolves. The house was almost empty at the moment.
Greyson looked up when Indianna and Kal entered and nodded gratefully at Kal.
Indianna noticed that there were two spare seats. One was beside a pack member who had gone with them to the falls, and the other was next to Greyson.
Greyson raised an eyebrow when he saw Indianna looking between the two seats. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully.
He hated that he couldn't tell her who Rogue was, but it wasn't his secret to tell.
Kal lightly bumped his hip against Indianna's and nudged her towards the seat beside Greyson.
As she took a step towards the other chair, Kal quickly walked over and sat down beside the pack member.
Indianna swallowed and slowly walked over to Greyson. She slid into the seat beside him and felt her skin buzzing because of their close proximity.
It felt as though it was just the two of them in the room, despite the loud conversations happening around them.
"Eat," Greyson said softly into Indianna's ear. "Please, sugar."
Indianna looked down at the plate in front of her and wondered if she could stomach the pasta.
She picked up her fork and cautiously placed a piece of pasta into her mouth.
She jumped when Greyson placed his hand on her knee. She swallowed hurriedly and looked at him.
"Don't touch me," she said quietly.
"Why?" Greyson asked innocently and squeezed Indianna's leg.
She felt warm and comforted by the slightest touch.
"My touch calms you and makes you feel better," Greyson murmured.
His lips grazed Indianna's ear, and she placed her hand over his large one, trying to push it away.
"Greyson, you've really hurt me," she whispered.
"I know," he groaned.
He linked his fingers with Indianna's and pulled her hand onto his lap.
"I'm so sorry. I promise I'm done with secrets, sugar."
Indianna let Greyson's thoughts fill her mind and nodded, knowing that he really was sorry.
"Are we good?"
Indianna shook her head.
"No. I accept that you're sorry, but I'm not forgiving you just yet."
"You're so stubborn," Greyson muttered as he drew circles on Indianna's hand with his thumb.
"I get it from my dad," she said quietly.
Greyson was about to speak, but his phone interrupted him.
He sighed, pulled it from his pocket and held it to his ear.
"What?" he snapped.
Indianna picked up the panicked voice of a pack member on the other end.
Greyson's face suddenly paled, and he swore loudly.
"When did this happen?" he demanded.
Indianna frowned at his serious tone.
Something was wrong.
"How do you know it was him?" Greyson growled, his eyes burning with hatred. "Shit!"
He listened for a moment longer.
"Keep searching for her. We'll leave straight away. Keep me posted."
Greyson hung up and slammed his phone angrily onto the table.
"What's wrong?" Indianna asked.
She placed her other hand over Greyson's, which was gripping hers tightly.
"We have to leave. Martha has been kidnapped," he spat.
"What?" Ace gasped.
Indianna remembered the kind woman who had given her the herbs.
"Why?" she gasped.
"Don't ask me questions I can't answer," Greyson muttered as he stood up. "Janson, I'm sorry, but we must go."
"Of course!" Janson nodded.
He looked at two of his pack members.
"David, Ben, help them with their belongings."
"Kal, Ace, Oscar, get your things," Greyson ordered. "We're leaving as soon as possible."
Kal and Oscar bolted from their seats and rushed out of the room, but Ace stayed behind.
"Grey, do you want me to run ahead in wolf form?" he wondered.
"Yes," Greyson nodded. "Get there as soon as possible and calm the pack. Search parties have been deployed, and everyone is on high alert."
"Greyson," Indianna said cautiously.
She was scared of the answer to her next question.
"Who kidnapped her?"
Greyson's eyes darkened.
"Who seems to be the main cause of all our problems, sugar?" Greyson said.
He looked at Ace.
"Leave now."
Ace nodded and glanced at Janson.
"Thank you for having us," he said respectfully.
"Anytime. Now go. Your pack needs you," Janson said.
Ace was out of the room within seconds.
"Sugar, stay down here. I'll go and get our things," Greyson said.
He walked out of the room.
Indianna slumped back in her seat and nervously chewed on her nails.
Rogue.
It always came back to Rogue.
Olivia looked at Indianna and suddenly felt guilty. She had complained so much about her life with Janson when it wasn't a bad life at all.
The only problem she had ever had was one she had created herself.
Indianna, however, had all sorts of problems in her life, and the only stable thing she had was Greyson.
Olivia felt ridiculous for ever thinking that her life with Janson was horrible or that it was the end of the world.
"Indie," Olivia said softly as she made her way over to Indianna. "Thank you for everything."
"It's not a problem," Indianna said.
She tried to sound sincere, but her mind was all over the place.
A pack member had been kidnapped by Rogue.
Her pack member.
She suddenly felt very protective of Martha and hated that she couldn't do anything to help her.
"I'll come and visit you soon," Olivia said.
"Wait until the murderous, rapist, kidnapping werewolf is gone," Indianna said. "No one else can be harmed by him. I won't let them."
"Sugar!" Greyson called.
He stopped at the kitchen door with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Let's go."
Indianna nodded and forced a smile at Janson and Olivia before walking over to Greyson.
He hurried her out of the pack house and into the car.
Greyson slammed the door behind him and pushed the keys into the ignition. He sighed angrily and slammed his hand against the steering wheel.
"I'm going to kill him!" he yelled. "I'm going to fucking rip him to shreds!"
Indianna forgot about her anger towards Greyson and gripped his hand tightly.
Right now, the pack came first, not their relationship.
"Greyson, just focus on getting back," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "There's no point stressing right now. We can't do anything until we're home."
Greyson gently pulled Indianna towards him and tangled his fingers in her hair. He pressed his lips to hers, and she didn't fight it, kissing him back eagerly.
"Maybe we can," Greyson said against her lips before pulling away.
An evil glint appeared in his eye as he took his phone from his pocket.
He dialled a number and held the phone to his ear.
"Harry," he said.
He gently cupped Indianna's cheek and ran his thumb over her lip. A dark expression covered his face.
"Harry, I need you to kidnap Stacy."