Angela swallowed hard, her throat dry as she searched for the right words. Everyone saw it. What happened back there wasn't normal. The strength she used to pull Alex up wasn't something a human could have managed—especially not someone like her.
"How did you do that?" the teacher asked as he stepped forward, his eyes wide with surprise.
Angela's hands curled into fists at her sides. She had no idea what to say. Was it her wolf that helped? Or had the goddess actually answered her desperate prayer? She didn't know. She hadn't felt anything. No voice. No presence. She had been calling for her wolf, but Mighty-Storm was silent. She hadn't heard from her all day.
Was her wolf angry because she hadn't accepted her mates?
"What's your name?" the teacher asked again, this time in a softer tone.
"A-Angel," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You're a human. So how did you manage to do that?" he asked again, waiting for a real answer.
