Chapter 8

Indianna walked into school with Brooke. Neither of them was in good moods today, but whereas it was obvious with Indianna, Brooke still tried to fake it and pretend she was fine.

I fell down the stairs—that was what Brooke was telling people if anyone asked why she had a black eye and her arm in a cast. I tripped and just fell, silly me, she was going to say.

Brooke had dark bags under her eyes. Most of the people who lived in the pack house did. They had been kept awake the whole night by Brooke’s screaming.

No one blamed her. She couldn’t help her nightmares. She wasn’t choosing to relive her darkest days.

Harry had been by Brooke’s side the whole night, comforting her when the nightmares finally woke her and calming her down.

Ace had gone to Greyson’s room, limping slightly. His injuries were still healing. Greyson’s room w