XVII- Who Is Rogue?

"Greyson," Kirstie said when he and Indianna walked into Kirstie's class. "Glad you could grace me with your presence."

"Don't expect it to be a common occurrence," he shrugged and Kirstie rolled her eyes.

"Feeling better, Indianna?" She smirked and Indianna pursed her lips, ignoring Kirstie's smug look.

"Amazing," she said sarcastically and Greyson chuckled, leading Indianna to the back of the classroom.

"Have you spoken to your mother?" Greyson asked as they sat down.

Indianna tensed and narrowed her eyes. "No."

"Indie, you need to talk to her."

"She brought me up and refused to mention that my father was murdered by freaking werewolves!" Indianna hissed. "I don't need to do anything that involves her."

"She's your mother."

"You say that like it supposed to mean something," she muttered. "Drop it, Greyson."

"No. I'm not saying you need to become best friends, but you need to give her a chance to explain herself."

"She's had 16 years to tell me about werewolves and all this other shi