“Hiya,” Brooke said happily and set her bags down next to Indianna in the girls changing rooms the next day. “How are you, sweetie?”
“Fine,” Indianna nodded.
“So, do you want to sit with me and the girls at lunch today?”
“I... Er—”
“It won’t be with Greyson,” Brooke chuckled and lifted her top over her head. “Just the girls.”
“Maybe,” Indianna said and Brooke smiled. “Brooke, I didn’t know Harry had marked you.”
“Oh,” Brooke said, looking down at her collar bone and then back to Indianna. “Yeah, he has. I try to keep it covered,” she scratched the black swirls that were branded onto her skin. “I don’t like it. It shows to other werewolves that I ‘belong’ to someone.” Brooke shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I don’t belong to s**t. Us girls gotta stick together, yeah? No matter wha
