This was the second time Angelina had ventured into the woods with a group of people, and it was the second time nothing had happened. "It's not right," Angelina whispered. Oliver went alone, the girls went alone, and they got attacked. But when they were in a group? Nothing happened - nothing ever happened. The death of Sorin didn't fit, why would Bole or Greyback venture inside the castle? It didn't make sense, none of this made sense.
When Bill's wand lit up Oliver, Angelina's stomach gave a lurch. She'd always had a tough stomach, but it was hard to see her friend covered in blood. He was pale and sickly looking, definitely not right. Alongside Bill, Angelina dropped to her knees. Although she was strong, she wouldn't have been strong enough to pry the trap open. They needed magic, and Angelina couldn't help there. In all honesty, she couldn't help very much. Unless Oliver's foot needed to be cut off - then she ad the knife. However, cutting off her mate's foot? Something Angelina probably wouldn't have been able to do.
"Oliver you stupid git," Angelina whispered as she brought her hand to his cheek. Her anger vanished and was replaced with concern, but as soon as Oliver started healing that anger would resurface. Pushing stray hairs out of his face, Angelina wiped away some of the dirt. He was a mess, and he would be a mess until they got him to the hospital.