Indianna was sat at Greyson's desk with plans of the pack house they were going to attack laid out in front of her. She ran her hands across the paper and sighed. She couldn't believe they were going to do this.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and looked up at the ceiling. "I know this is the wrong thing to do, but I can't think of anything else. I don't want anyone getting hurt. Listening to Rogue seems like the only way that no one is harmed." Indianna groaned and ran her fingers through her hair. "It won't always be like this. I swear I'll think of something." Indianna swallowed. "I...