Chapter 11. Never Follow A Wolf
"How's your food?" Dante smiles knowingly, taking a sip of wine.
"This-- is-- amazing." I mumble, mouth full of steak and potato. Dante laughs lightly, his voice echoing through the muted, candlelit restaurant. When he promised me a decent dinner, I wasn't expecting all of this. Here we are, in a elegant corner burrowed deep within the narrow alleyways of the town. Almost like an underground cavern, it really feels like we're miles away from everything.
"Marc's brother-in-law owns this place." Dante mentions his Beta, snapping a breadstick in half and depositing some on my blue patterned plate. "He's human and completely unaware that his little sister married a hairy, overgrown wolf."