Angel Academy

Chapter Twelve

I let out a hiss as a glass shard is yanked out of my arm. The pack doctor tosses it into a small metal bowl before looking over my face. "How did you get this much glass in your skin?" He asks, moving to take a fairly large fragment out of my shoulder.

"No idea. It was a car crash but I don't remember there being any windows in the back," I mutter, gritting my teeth against the pain.

"Alpha said you were being taken to the Cage?" the doctor asks.

"Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape."

"Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres," he murmurs.

"I don't have any wings."

I frown a little at his immediate smirk. "Ah, I understand. Angels without wings are a rare and extremely dangerous breed," he drawls sarcastically.

"I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me."

"They must be terrified of you. I've never heard of a child without wings."

"Do you know a lot about the angels?" I ask.

He nods. "I used to sit in on Council meetings when Alpha's mother was the leader of our pack. Before I became the pack doctor, I was the head warrior and the Alpha's lead advisor," he explains.

I grit my teeth as he pulls a tiny sliver of glass from my temple. "Did you know my parents?" I ask.

"What's your name?"

"Luciana Morgenstern."

His eyes widen. "Well, no wonder they wanted you dead," he mutters.

"Wait what do you m—"

I whip around just as the door opens. I laugh a little when Lila's head pokes in. "Sorry for the interruption Ana but Alpha requested that I bring you to your room."

I nod. "Okay," I turn back to the doctor but he just shrugs.

"You're all good, I can't find anymore glass. Come back if something starts bothering you, got it?"

"Yeah okay." I start to stand, hobbling awkwardly on my casted leg.

"Do you need any help?" Lila asks.

"Uh yes please," I mutter sheepishly.

He smiles. "I'm sorry," he says, letting me lean on him.

"Sorry for what?"

"I was supposed to make sure you weren't hurt and I obviously failed," he tells me.

My eyes widen in disbelief. "You can't possibly blame yourself for this. You had no way of knowing what would happen when the truck crashed."

"I'm the one who made the truck crash, so it is my fault whether or not you believe it to be," he replies.

I scowl. "You wolves are stubborn."

"We say the same thing about angels," he chuckles.

We step outside and my skin crawls as dozens of eyes land on me. I wait for them to go away but they follow me all the way to Daniel's house.

"Do I look like complete trash or something? Why are they staring?"

"Just the opposite I'm afraid."

I frown. "That's a bad thing?"

"Unmated werewolves can be very aggressive and disrespectful when it comes to pretty girls; it becomes a bigger problem when that pretty girl doesn't have a mate," he sighs.