Dante's POV
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out, expecting another damage report or something. It wasn't, It was a text from Belle.
“Come to the south garage, I'm waiting for you there.”
A small smile crept to the corners of my lips. What was she up to this time? I looked at the message one more time, the smile growing even wider despite the dilemma we were in.
The south garage was on the opposite side of the pack grounds, near the territory entrance. It was primarily used for receiving shipments and inspecting incoming vehicles before they entered pack territory. Catherine's security team was there most of the time maintaining a checkpoint. Why would she—
My phone rang before I could even finish processing the thought.
"Belle What—"
"Don't ask questions, just go to the south garage
