Angel’s POV

"She's dead," I muttered, the bitterness of the word lingering on my tongue.

"Oh... I'm sorry about that." The atmosphere between us thickened with an extended, awkward silence.

"Is it normal that I can't shift? My wolf says there's some kind of mental block that was only lifted once when I was angry and lost control." I asked, a tinge of frustration and confusion evident in my voice.

He stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "Hmm, interesting. It makes sense ...