"Hiya," Brooke said happily, setting her bags down next to Indianna in the girls’ changing room 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, pulling 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, glancing down at her collarbone before looking back at Indianna. "Yeah, he has. I try to keep it covered." She scratched at the black swirls branded into her skin. "I don’t like it. It shows other werewolves that I belong to someone." She rolled her eyes. "I don’t belong to anything. Us girls have to stick together, yeah? No matter what Greyson says to you, y
