Kal laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry," he said. "Right, so as the Luna of this pack, you might as well know what type of pack we are."
"There's different types?"
"Only a few," Kal nodded. "We're a Warrior pack. There aren't many in the world and our sole purpose is to protect other packs. If packs have rogue problems or need training, we go and provide assistance. We're sort of the police of the werewolf world. It also means that we are very powerful. You've seen a few of our pack members haven't you?"
Indianna nodded, remembering back to when everyone was looking at her. They looked rather frightening.
"You would not want to get on the wrong side of them," Kal chuckled. "It's why the female wolves in this pack are practically non-existent. They are rare in average packs, they are almost unheard of in Warrior packs. Men on a whole are physically more capable of being in a Warrior pack."
"What do you do?" Indianna asked quietly. "As a Delta."
"My role is to help the pack members—especially the more vulnerable members. If they have problems they come to me, if something bad is happening then it's my job to keep the peace. Like now for example with Rogue, I'll tell them what's going on and keep them informed and help if they freak out and shit themselves. My role also involves helping you—the Luna. Together we are the link between the pack and the Alpha. We don't give orders, unlike Harry, Ace and Greyson. We can if needed, but the Delta and Luna are meant to form closer bonds with the pack members so they have someone to confide in."
"It's sounds very social."
"It is."
"I'm not good at that."
Kal laughed and nodded. "I am aware. However, you are only unsociable when you aren't comfortable. You're comfortable with Greyson, for example. I mean you look like you want to suck him off every time you see him."
Indianna gaped. "I d-don't!"
Kal laughed again. "You're getting more comfortable with Brooke as well so you're talking more. You're shy but soon you'll be comfortable round all the pack members so you'll be fine with socialising."
Indianna looked at Kal disbelievingly. "What if I don't want to?"
"You have to," he said. "You wouldn't be Greyson's mate if you weren't capable of being Luna."
Indianna sighed and stood up from the bed. She walked over to the window and sat down on the windowsill. The sun was streaming into the room and she closed her eyes, letting it warm her face. "I don't want this."
"You don't want everything you have," Kal shrugged. "You were born for this, Indianna. Stop being a pussy."
"I'm not," she mumbled and looked out of the window to where she could see a crowd of wolves on the grass by the woods. "I'm just not comfortable around people. And I don't want to be Luna."
"You'll learn to get more comfortable," Kal shrugged and Indianna's gaze landed on a black wolf. His dark coat stood out from the other wolves' mixes of browns and his height was extraordinary. He was as least a foot taller than the tallest wolf there. The wolf looked up and Indianna looked into its eyes. She could see them clearly and recognised the dark blue colour easily.
"Greyson," she whispered, staring at his wolf in awe.
'Come, sugar,' Greyson said and Indianna glanced at Kal, not wanting to seem rude by walking out.
"Go admire your mate," Kal chuckled and Indianna smiled sheepishly and exited the room. She made her way down the wooden staircase and walked out of the front door. Once she was outside the group of wolves seemed awfully intimidating and she spotted Greyson staring at her.
'Shy?' He teased and slowly made his way over to her.
"Shut up," she muttered once she stopped in front of her. His wolf was even bigger up close. His black fur was shining in the light and his big blue eyes were staring directly at her. Greyson nudged Indianna with his nose and she jumped slightly. Indianna was rather small, but Greyson's wolf towered over her. He had to bend slightly to nudge her shoulder.
'Were you alright by yourself?'
"Kal came to talk to me," Indianna said and slowly lifted her hand to touch Greyson's fur. She ran her fingers through it and smiled.
"You're so fluffy."
Greyson stared at her with a blank expression, if wolves even had expressions. 'Fluffy?'
Indianna smirked. "Yeah."
'Don't call me fluffy, sugar,' Greyson muttered.
"Why?" Indianna asked. 'Does it damage your manly demeanour?'
Greyson just stared at her in his wolf form and suddenly he started to shake. Indianna stepped back in shock and watched as Greyson shrunk and his dark hair turned into tattooed skin. Within seconds human Greyson was standing in front of Indianna.
Naked.