Chapter 8

(Lena's POV)

Pin-drop silence followed next.

Realization was slowly dawning on me. What had I done?

I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.

I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis.

"Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this.

"Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I