"Jesus!" Indianna gasped and covered her eyes, spinning round as well. "Put some clothes on!"
"But, Indie," Greyson said, walking forward so he was behind her. "I just love feeling free," he smirked. Indianna could feel his breath on her ear and Greyson kissed her neck. "Sure you don't want a peek?"
Indianna snapped back to reality before the sparks could take over and she barged him with her shoulder. "Put some bloody clothes on."
Greyson laughed and walked off, only to appear again seconds later with shorts on. Indianna couldn't help but peek at his abs. He had a clear eight pack and his muscle defined chest was littered with tattoos. Indianna hadn't noticed before but when Greyson's dark hair wasn't styled up in a quiff it was rather long and currently it was all pushed back from his face in a messy manner with wisps of fringe dangling in front of his eyes.
"Take a picture, sugar, it'll last longer," Greyson smirked and Indianna narrowed her eyes at him.
"I wasn't looking," Indianna muttered.
"Sure you weren't," he scoffed. "So what did you and Kal talk about?"
"Your pack."
"Our."
"Your," Indianna repeated.
"Indie," Greyson said lowly. "You may not want to be Luna of this pack but you are and nothing you can do can change that. Stop fighting it."
"I'll fight it as long as I can," she shrugged and turned around. The world whizzed past her as she did and she gasped, stumbling slightly.
"Werewolf speed," Greyson said, catching Indianna and steadying her. "You're going to have to learn to control it."
"I can't control it when I don't realise I'm doing it," Indianna frowned.
"After the Change it will become easier to tell when you are going normal speed and when you are walking at a human pace," Greyson said. "Now let's go."
"Where?"
"Inside," Greyson said and linked his fingers with Indianna's. He pulled her towards the house and wrapped his arm around her as they entered. "Hey, Mac!" Greyson called, stopping a guy with blonde hair as he walked past.
"What's up, Grey?" Mac asked. He was slightly older than Greyson, possibly around 22 years old and he seemed completely at ease around Greyson.
"You've seen my sister?" Greyson asked.
"I'm currently trying to find her," Mac said.
"And a shit job you are doing."
Mac turned round as Kirstie appeared and she grinned, kissing Mac on the cheek. "Polite as ever," Mac muttered.
"Indianna, your room is finished," Kirstie said. "If you don't like it or want something changed just let me know."
Indianna nodded. "Thanks."
"Indie, Mac is Kirstie's mate. Mac meet Indianna, my mate," Greyson said.
"Pleasure to meet you, Luna," Mac smiled and Indianna nodded shyly.
"You too," she said quickly, not liking being called Luna.
"I'm relieved that Greyson finally has someone to calm his bloody anger issues," Mac smirked.
"I do not have anger issues," Greyson snapped and Kirstie chuckled.
"Let's go, Mac," she said. "Hope you like the room, Indianna!" The two of them walked off and Greyson looked down at Indianna.
"You're so shy around new people," he muttered and shook his head.
"I can't help it," Indianna said defensively and pulled away from Greyson. She headed for the stairs and Greyson immediately caught up to her.
"You just have to talk to more people."
"I don't want to."
"You're the Luna, you're going to have too."
"I don't want to."
"I don't care," Greyson shrugged and Indianna narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't look at me like that. You may not like talking to new people but in the long run it will benefit you being more confident."
Indianna sighed and they reached Indianna's new room. "I'm shy, I can deal with it, you need to learn to," Indianna shrugged and opened the door. She stepped inside and looked around. The room was simple with light wooden floors and pale blue walls with a white floral pattern. There was a four poster bed pushed up against the wall, a desk, a dresser and wardrobe and a door that Greyson said led to a bathroom. "It's nice," Indianna said, going to sit down on the bed.
"Mine's nicer," Greyson shrugged, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"I'm not sharing with you."
"You will," Greyson smirked, "soon enough."
Indianna narrowed her eyes at him and he chuckled. "Can you teach me how to get into your head?"
"Well seeing as you don't want to share with me, then no," Greyson shrugged.
"You ass."
"I want to introduce you to the pack," Greyson said and Indianna paled.
"The pack?" She repeated. "That sounds like a lot of people."
"We are a rather small pack because we are specialised, we only have around 150 members, young and old included," Greyson said.
"Small?" Indianna squeaked. "I'm good with staying here. I like it here."
"You're going to have to meet everyone eventually."
"But not now."
"Yes now," Greyson nodded and held his hand out to Indianna. "Let's go."
"No."
"You won't have to talk. I've gathered the pack and I want to introduce you so everyone knows who you are if they see you walking around the pack house."
"I don't want too," Indianna frowned.
"I know and I don't care."
"You aren't very nice, Greyson."
"Deal with it, sugar," Greyson shrugged and grabbed Indianna's hand, yanking her up from the bed.
"Ow!" She snapped and hit his stomach.
His bare and muscle defined stomach.
Greyson chuckled and wrapped his large arm round Indianna's shoulder and pinned her to his side. "Sugar, I understand that you are new to this world, but you need to realise how important you are as the Luna to this pack. You don't get how packs work, you haven't grown up in one, but please be willing to learn. Otherwise I will drag you downstairs by your hair." Greyson's tone turned dark towards the end and Indianna gulped, looking up at him with a glare.
"You need to realise that it's going to be hard for me to get used to this weird werewolf shit! I'm used to not having to worry about anything, but all of a sudden I have responsibilities that I don't want, and apparently I can't avoid them! Greyson, I can't just flip a switch and turn into a super-confident 'Luna.' It's going to take a hell of a lot of time for me to get used to it," Indianna snapped and let out a long breath.
"You don't need to be super conf—"