"Once you are dressed we are going to sit down and discuss this like adults," he said sternly. "You aren't going to yell or hit me, you are going to hear me out and then I will listen to you. Is that clear, sugar?"
"You aren't going to tell me what to do if we talk about this," Indianna said and covered herself with the towel.
Greyson didn't say anything, but he let go of Indianna's wrist and she quickly retreated into the bathroom.
"I'm growing rather impatient, sugar!" Greyson called after Indianna had been in the bathroom for 10 minutes. "I know you are dressed, so come out and talk to me."
Indianna suddenly felt like a little kid because of Greyson's tone. She didn't want to face him. She didn't want him to get his way. She refused to back down about not going through with the ceremony. She knew Greyson wouldn't be pleased.
"Indianna!" Greyson said loudly, his tone irritated. "You are delaying the inevitable. I just want to sort this out, come out so we can do that."
Indianna swallowed and grasped the door handle and pushed the bathroom door open. Her bare feet felt cold as she walked over to the bed and she sat a good distance away from Greyson and crossed her jean clad legs.
Greyson had changed into grey sweatpants that hung low on his waist and his chest was bare.
"Sugar, I want you to tell me exactly what you are angry about," Greyson said slowly. "Once you have done that you will give me the chance to explain myself."
"You lied to me," Indianna said sharply. "And the ceremony is inhumane. It's barbaric."
"I never lied," Greyson said. "But I do apologise for not telling you sooner. I kept another secret from you, and I meant well, but I do understand why that angers you."
"All you do is keep secrets," Indianna accused.
"I do it to protect you."
"Funny how that backfires on you, huh?" Indianna said and crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Greyson.
Greyson pursed his lips and he seemed deep in thought for a few minutes. He finally spoke. "I have something to admit, Indie. I am keeping more from you."
Indianna frowned. "What?"
"I know things that you have the right to know, but I am withholding information."
"Like I said, to protect you," Greyson shrugged.
"Tell me," Indianna demanded.
"After we have finished discussing this," Greyson said dismissively. "You think the ceremony is inhumane," he quoted. "I agree with you."
Indianna's mouth dropped. "You do?"
"It's an extremely old tradition. There's a reason why many old rituals of the werewolf world have been discontinued. They are outdated and to perform them in today's society would be... Unthinkable."
"Then why do you do it?"
"Because it's necessary," Greyson explained. "The branding part that is. Sugar, how do you think packs communicate through mind link?"
Indianna shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I don't know."
"When a pack member is branded the metal used on the branding rod sparks a reaction when the skin is scarred. This reaction changes the body and creates the mind link. I don't know the exact science behind it, but without the scar caused by the branding rod then it is impossible to be a full member of the pack."
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"She's shy," Brooke shrugged and looked at Indianna. "Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before. "Don't talk about that," Indianna said, but her voice was still quiet. "Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson said...