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." "What would happen if he found out?" I quieten at the thought of such a revelation. In River Moon, the consequences are severe. "We politely ask him not to reveal our secret." Dante shrugs, finishing his mouthful of food. "If he's still refusing to co-operate, then w