I stepped out quietly and moved closer, my wolf's hearing picking up sounds coming from the car.
A woman's moan.
A man's low groan.
I froze, covering my mouth before I could gasp. My wolf howled in anguish inside my mind, but I forced her back. My mind screamed at me to turn back, to leave, to pretend I never came here, but my body refused to obey.
Through the half-open window, I saw him—James with his shirt open, his wolf's eyes glowing in the darkness, and his fingers tangled in long dark hair as he kissed a woman's neck.
Mia.
My adopted sister.
The air left my lungs. My chest caved in, but I didn't make a sound. I pressed myself against the side of the car, with my hand clamped over my mouth as silent tears ran down my face.
James, the man I loved and had been mated to for eight years.
And my adopted sister, the same person that James had claimed to despise because of how she had made my life a living hell.
Just when I thought the worst had happened, James's phone rang.
"Fuck," he muttered, voice hoarse. "Hold on."
He answered with irritation. "What is it, healer?"
A pause. Then he grinned, his eyes still gleaming.