XIV- Mark

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 inheri