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
