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Nothing she could possibly say would help.

"Your pack killed my mate. SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU. OF YOUR PACK! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE!" His yells echoed in the woods surrounding them. "You..." He whispered. "You are going to pay."

Indianna was too stunned to speak. She was vaguely aware of Greyson putting himself between her and Rogue, but that didn't stop Indianna from staring at her brother who looked ferocious.

His eyes were dark, teeth bared, face red and he was spitting blood when he spoke. "You, little sister, are going to suffer. Your pathetic mate can't protect you. Your pack. No one. You are no different from our parents. I thought I could change you. Make you into a version of yourself that I could be proud of. Oh, how I was wrong."

"J-Jason," Indianna stuttered, her words barely audible. "I didn't want this to happen-"

"I don't want your fake pity!" He roared and Indianna flinched. "I don't want lies! I want revenge!"

*Sugar, you know I will die before I let him get to you.*

Her death didn't scare her, no where near as much of the thought of losing Greyson. She couldn't go through that again. She would sacrifice herself to save him. If Rogue wanted to end her life, he could, if it meant Greyson would live-

But...

She couldn't. She could put her children in harms way. If she died, so did their children and once upon a time Indianna thought that they would never get a chance to meet their father.

She couldn't lose either of them.

*You didn't think that through, did you, sugar?* Greyson's voice was tense, infused with bitterness. He glanced over his shoulder, glaring at Indianna. *Don't ever think about sacrificing yourself for me. Don't you let that fucking thought ever cross your mind again.*

*Greyson... I'm scared.*

He squeezed Indianna's hand with his and then took a step forward, pulling his hand from her reach.

"What are you doing?" Indianna panicked as Greyson took another step closer to Rogue. "Greyson, stop!"

A vice like hold took hold of Indianna, holding her back. She yelled out as Greyson walked closer to Rogue. "No! Stop! Get off me!" Indianna threw her head around and saw that it was Oscar detaining her. He refused to look into her eyes. "Oscar! What are you doing? Greyson!"

"I'm so sorry, Luna," Oscar whispered and he swallowed a lump in this throat, wishing he could disobey Greyson, but he couldn't deny his Alpha. Greyson's voice had been rich in power, even through mind link:

*Keep her back and keep her safe. No matter what happens to me.*

"Oscar!" Indianna begged. "Greyson, listen to me for once in your goddamn life! Please-"

Oscar adjusted his grip. He moved quickly, and Indianna was still slightly disoriented from her head injury, he pinned Indianna's arms behind her back and used his free hand to cover her mouth, muffling her yells.

Indianna fought. She was hysterical, throwing herself around wildly in Oscar's hold- the thought of losing Greyson was one she didn't have to imagine.

*I can't do it again!* She screamed in Greyson's mind. *Don't put me through it again! Don't you fucking dare!*

The muscles in Greyson's back tensed as he heard Indianna's words. *You know I will always love you, sugar-*

*No! Stop it! Greyson, I will never forgive you for this!*

*If I can keep you and our children alive, then I'm willing to accept that.*

*You are not saying goodbye to me! Greyson, just turn around! We can all fight him! Theres one of him, all of us-*

*Look at the trees.*

Indianna frowned, but did as Greyson said. Her eyes flickered over to the woods and she whimpered, seeing Rogue's men surrounding the clearing that the pack house resided in. They were as still as statues, waiting for Rogue's command.

*There's too many of them. We tried to fight him outnumbered before. We know how it ends.*

*But we've turned people! We-*

*Not enough. We thought we had weeks, sugar, but now our time is up.*

Indianna felt the energy leaving her and she sagged in Oscar's hold, tears streaming down her face. *I fucking hate you, Greyson. I hate that you've made me love you.*

Greyson smiled to himself before putting up a block in his mind, cutting himself off from Indianna. He heard her scream out as he did, muffled by Oscar's hand.

He was now in front of Rogue, who was standing still, watching him, unblinking.

"You think you dying can stop this?" Rogue whispered after a few minutes of silence. He laughed manically, the sound was sickening. "Do you think that I give a shit about you? My mate is dead, and there's only one person I want to make pay for that!"

"If you kill her then it's over," Greyson spoke calmly, his voice even and unshaking. "If you kill me, then you will get everything you wanted from this pack. You will get complete control, which is the furthest thing than what you have now. Your control over this pack was false. It was an illusion, and that's because of me. You letting me come back was a mistake, but you can correct that mistake."

Rogue's lip curled menacingly. He was still holding Stacey's lifeless body. "By killing you?"

Greyson took a deep breath, preparing himself and Indianna whimpered. "Yes. By killing me."

"Or I could kill you all. I could make my sister watch as I kill everyone she cares about and then kill her, slowly and painfully."

"And then you would lose this pack," Greyson said. "It would be a waste to kill everyone, when instead you can kill me and everyone would fall in line."

"You would want me to be in control of your pack? Of your mate?" Rogue's eyes darkened, if possible. "Of your children?"

Greyson stiffened. "Of course not. But I want them to live. You know that with me out of the way that there would be nothing getting in your way. Indianna would listen to you. The pack would listen to her. You'd get everything you wanted."

"I will kill you, Greyson," Rogue said, his voice low. "But I will also kill everyone here. And I want my sister to know that it's all her fault."

"Indianna didn't touch Stacey!" Greyson shouted, losing his composure. "She's the only one here that wanted her to live! We've wanted to kill your mate for a long fucking time, Jason." Greyson took a step closer to Rogue, spitting out his true name. "Do you hear that? We were planning on killing her, this feeling that you have, the loss, the agony, the heartbreak, it was going to happen sooner or later, but it was never going to be Indie's fault. It was always going to be mine. So I'm telling you to punish me. Blame me. Kill. Me."

Rogue's hand shot out, latching around Greyson's neck, his claws extending into Greyson's skin. "Is this what you want?" Rogue hissed. "Do you want me to drain the life out of you?"