There was a rapist in town.

 

"Please don't tell, Harry," Brooke whispered. "He'll go mental. He'll blame himself for leaving me and I can't have that."

"Brooke, maybe they should know-"

 

"P-please, Indie, he can't know," Brooke begged and Indianna slowly nodded.

 

"Okay, I won't tell him."

 

*But I will.*

 

Indianna gasped and her eyes widened. "Shit," she cursed. *You saw everything?*

*Yep. And we're gonna kill the bastard who did it.*

*Brooke doesn't want Harry to know!*

*Harry is Brooke's mate, he deserves to know.*

"Oh gosh," Brooke whispered and groaned. "You're talking to Greyson. He's in your head. He's going to tell Harry."

 

"I-"

"Brooke!" Harry called and...