Chapter Twenty Eight

(Lena's POV)

I couldn't shake off this feeling in me. It was like I had seen her somewhere, but yet again, I was sure I had never seen that face before. Maybe it was her scent; it was so familiar.

I couldn't trust her. I didn't even understand what was really going on with me; I feared I had made it too noticeable back at the dinning room. Diego had told us about her and how she had lost her pack, so I didn't bother bringing that up. I actually did pity her, and I was eager to meet her. The fact that she survived told me how strong she was, but when I finally did see her, I had this creeping feeling. Something was wrong.

I watched every one of her actions.

Her smile looked way too bright, her laughter was a little bit too forced, and her innocence seemed like only a mask.

I could be wrong, though.

Diego was happy; I should be happy for him; I was happy for him, but there was something about Natasha... I refused to think too deeply about it; Diego was happy, and that was all that matte