XLV- Iris

There was a knock on Greyson's office and the door opened. "Iris," he said. "Take a seat."

Indianna's mother sat in front of Greyson's desk and swallowed. She was a fully grown woman and she hated the fact that a teenager could intimidate her. "How is she?"

"Resting," Greyson said. "It was a hard shift. She'll be tired for a few days."

"But she's a werewolf? She's now officially the Luna of the pack?"

"Not yet. The branding ceremony needs to happen first," Greyson said and Iris frowned.

"Have you told her what happens at the branding ceremony?"

"... No," Greyson muttered and shook his head. "I did not call you here to discuss Indianna."

"Then why am I here?"

"I need to talk to you about Rogue," Greyson said and Iris stiffened. "I'm am sure you have heard what happened. The 'gift' he sent Indie?"

Iris nodded. "I heard," she murmured.

"We need to figure out who Rogue is and why he wants Indianna," Greyson said. "The other day I was thinking and I happened to remember something about you