Colette pov
We all heard the familiar slam of the door, only this time it wasn’t just boots slapping the ground, but the familiar squeak of a cart. I looked over at Axel, confused. Normally they only fed us twice a day, breakfast and dinner, and it wasn’t time for dinner yet. A man we didn’t see came into view, a glare on his pale features as he eyeballed us like trash. I heard Colt scoff at him, already feeling angry and still annoyed he couldn’t transform again. If they kept injecting us with this stuff, I was afraid Colt would change his mind about wanting me to be his Beta, afraid I’d inject him whenever I wanted to. The man grabbed covered plates and thrust them into the cells, a little slot underneath that was just big enough for the plates to slide through without opening the cells
