Cara's POV
Dante knocked on my door at exactly seven in the morning. I was already awake, dressed, and munching the cold breakfast someone had left outside my room earlier. Bread, cheese and some kind of dried meat I couldn't identify. Pork maybe, I was too hungry to start figuring that out.
"Ready?" His voice came from outside the door.
I opened it, he had the same cold, professional look as the Alpha. "Yes." I responded
He didn't say anything else, he just turned and started walking. I followed him, tucking my healing supplies into the small bag Belle had given me.
The corridors we took were different from yesterday, they were a little wider. The floors were polished marble instead of plain stone, and there were several old paintings on the wall, the kind that screamed money and hi
