Dante's POV
Angel remained silent as I drove back to the packhouse. I felt her gaze on me for a fleeting moment before she turned her attention back to the passing scenery outside. The air between us felt heavy with unspoken tension, and I couldn't help but notice how awkward things were between us now.
This wasn't how having a mate was supposed to feel. Even the simple, flirtatious exchanges we had shared when we first met seemed distant now, replaced by palpable unease.
I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking...how she was feeling. I knew that she wasn't in her right mind after everything that had happened lately. s**t, I wasn't either. She simply wanted some control over her life, and while I understood why, I didn't want marking my mate to be reduced to some kind of arran
