C12

Indianna noticed Rogue discreetly sniffing the air. He glanced to Indianna and raised his eyebrows.

"This is Tai and Raiden," Indianna filled in. "Brother and sister."

Rogue looked them up and down. "Now, you don't look to friendly," he smiled and nodded to Tai. "Very pretty, but very dark."

Tai crossed her arms over her shoulders. "Stop staring at me, creep."

"Tai!" Raiden hissed.

Rogue tensed and Indianna groaned internally. "Jason, I need to talk to you-"

"Not now, sister," Rogue snapped. "I'm currently busy."

"Sister? Brandon didn't tell me you had a brother," Raiden said to Indianna and she frowned at him.

"Brandon shouldn't be telling you anything about me-"

"Sister, when will your petty feud with Brandon end," Rogue tutted. "It's quite stupid actually."

Indianna opened her mouth to protest, but thought better not too.

Rogue smirked to himself. "So you've made friends with Brandon Fox?" Rogue questioned.

Raiden nodded.

"Good, you don't want to get involved with the wrong sorts in this town," Rogue said and looked to Tai. "What about you, Tai? Who have you made friends with."

"Tai isn't a people person," Raiden said.

"You must have spoken to some people," Rogue urged.

Tai glanced at Indianna.

"Ah, my sister and her friends," Rogue nodded and Indianna froze when Rogue slung his arm over her shoulder, his hand on her arm.

His hand that had killed her father. Raped and abused Brooke. Killed Cassie. Scarred her.

And killed Greyson.

"My sister knows that I don't approve of her friends," Rogue said.

"They seem nice," Tai shrugged.

"Not everyone is as they seem," Rogue said and Indianna wanted to roll her eyes at the irony. "Well, it was lovely meeting you two. I'll see you around, neighbours." Rogue turned on his heel and pulled Indianna with him.

"I-"

"Werewolves," Rogue said. "When were you going to tell me, sister?"

"Yesterday," Indianna lied. "But you didn't really give me the chance."

Rogue sent her a look. "They didn't seem to sense that I was a werewolf," Rogue said. "Keep an eye on them, inform me of any changes. I shall put Brandon on it as well."

"Okay," Indianna said quietly.

"So, my mate isn't happy with you. She's rather upset. Do you know why?" Rogue asked as he entered his house. Indianna stopped on the threshold and stared inside. It seemed so familiar yet so foreign.

"No," Indianna said as she forced herself to step inside.

"You're avoiding her."

"I'm not," Indianna lied. She was. After what happened in the changing rooms she avoided Stacy at all costs.

"What have I told you about lying?" Rogue snapped. "We wouldn't want a repeat of poor Brooklyn now would we?"

Indianna lowered her gaze. "No," she muttered, and added "sorry."

"Why are you avoiding my mate?"

"I... I don't know," Indianna said. "I just... I don't talk to many people."

"You'd think now Greyson was gone and not keeping you by his side constantly you'd talk to more people," Rogue tutted and Indianna wanted to kill him. She couldn't stand his name coming from Rogue's lips. She couldn't stand his name being said at all really. "Oh, that's not a nice look, little sister. You do know your mate tried to attack me, I was only defending myself."

"You didn't have to kill him!" Indianna yelled, surprising herself and Rogue. "You said you wouldn't kill him! You said it could kill me as well!"

"I lied. I took a chance. Clearly you are alive, little sister. It was a chance well taken," Rogue shrugged.

Indianna stared at him with an open mouth. He had no remorse. "He was my mate! He is my mate!" She exclaimed, her voice cracking. "And I'm your sister! How could you do that to me!"

"You're better without him," Rogue said dismissively.

"No! I'm not! I'm destroyed without him! I don't ever want to leave my house, I don't ever want to talk to people, I never want to do anything! I just want Greyson!" She cried. "And that's your fault!"

"You're blaming me for your social awkwardness?" Rogue raised an eyebrow. His tone wasn't friendly. He didn't appreciate Indianna yelling at him.

"You killed the only person I would ever love. How would you feel Stacy was killed?" Indianna asked quietly.

"Why are you here, sister?" Rogue snapped.

"Janson's pack," Indianna said.

"Ah, that Alpha is very stubborn. That didn't turn out well for you," Rogue said and tutted.

"Don't hurt them," Indianna pleaded. "If I can get them to agree to the same terms as us, will you leave them unharmed? They will lead the pack, but under your rule?"

Rogue pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. "I was rather hoping there might be a little bloodshed."

"Please," Indianna whispered.

"Why should I leave them unharmed?"

"Because you've already hurt me so much, please don't do it again."

Rogue raised his eyebrows. "Don't try and manipulate me, little sister. Are you dead? No. Whatever I do to you doesn't matter as long as you are able to stand in front of me like you are today."

"Jason!" Indianna gasped. "Please do this one thing."

Rogue crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't say I never do anything for you, sister. If they disagree, I will slaughter them."

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