Indianna looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. She was wearing ripped skinny jeans, a grey crop top, and her Timberlands. It was Saturday evening, and she was getting ready with Brooke to go to the carnival.
Brooke seemed perfectly fine on the outside, but Indianna could tell that beneath the surface, she was still struggling with what had happened. Greyson had pack members searching the town every hour, but there was no sign of the guy who had hurt Brooke or Rogue. It was like they had vanished, leaving no trace, no scent, and no trail. It was infuriating.
"You look hot," Brooke said, tying her long blonde hair into a high ponytail. She pulled on a pair of flats and straightened her denim jacket. "Greyson is going to love it."
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