Indyleigh’s POV
It was 20 minutes before the pack meeting began and mum put me in a green mid-thigh dress. To say I look a bit overdressed was an understatement. I prefer to wear jeans and a shirt because the whole time I was kidnapped, I wore an oversize, dirty, man’s shirt that looked like a dress on me. If I hadn't been taken, I might have been into all the glitz and glamour. Since I was, I couldn’t care less. “Are you ready, love?”
“As I’ll ever be” I told Scott, turning to see my delicious-looking mate in a pair of black slacks and a green buttoned-up shirt. “On second thought, we have 20 minutes.”
“Sorry love” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “As much as I want to rip you out of that dress, we need to address the pack first.”
I let out a sigh as Scott began to chuckle to himsel
