Chapter 22

Angel’s POV The sun had finally set, signaling that I only had a few hours before my first shift. Seated at the kitchen table with Dad and Jasmine, I contemplated the burnt French toast in front of me. Dad side-eyed me, waiting for me to take the first bite. My lack of interest in eating went beyond the inedible food; the look on Jasmine's face mirrored my reluctance. Dante's inexplicable reaction lingered in my mind, leaving my heart shattered and Kira mysteriously absent. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask Jasmine about it, she was probably upset that we were mates, so I just drowned in my inner turmoil alone. Dad cleared his throat, his gaze curious and expectant. “So, honey, what are you doing for your birthday?” I couldn't suppress a wry grin. “You mean besides transforming into a giant animal?” I replied, a touch of sarcasm coloring my words. “We’re actually going to a club tonight,” Jasmine blurted out. My head snapped in her direction. “We are?” I asked, my brow furrowing in