"I told you to be careful," Renn said as he helped her sit on the couch. He searched around for the first aid box, clearly lost since it was not his room. His voice was tight with frustration. "Where the hell is the kit?"
"I am a werewolf, don't forget," Angela reminded him softly. She could see the anger in his eyes, but she knew it was not truly anger at her. It was the helplessness of watching her hurt. It unsettled him, it broke something inside him. "I will be fine."
"A wolf that cannot heal," he muttered, glancing at her before pulling open a drawer. He finally found the box and came back to her side. "I wonder what's wrong with you. Why can't you heal like every other wolf? It is time we looked deeper into this. You are too slow with the changes."
"I don't know," Angela said, handing him her bleeding thumb. "Who should we ask? How do we even begin to know the cause? Do you think it's because I was human?"
