There was a knock on Greyson's office and the door opened. "Iris," he said. "Take a seat."

Indianna's mother sat in front of Greyson's desk and swallowed. She was a fully grown woman and she hated the fact that a teenager could intimidate her. "How is she?"

"Resting," Greyson said. "It was a hard shift. She'll be tired for a few days."

"But she's a werewolf? She's now officially the Luna of the pack?"

"Not yet. The branding ceremony needs to happen first," Greyson said and Iris ...