Anger burned through me at her words, and I stood up, walking towards her with clenched fists. My eyes flashed as my wolf surged forward.
"James loves me," Mia said, with a nasty grin on her face. "He's having a pup with me. A real pup. One that will actually live, because I can give him what you never could, a strong bloodline."
I shoved her hard.
She stumbled backward, her eyes widening in shock.
"Get out," I growled coldly.
"You bitch!" she hissed. "How dare you—"
"I said get out!"
I slammed the door in her face and locked it this time.
There was silence for a moment, then the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway.
I walked back to the bed and sat down.
Then I heard a loud thud, and a scream.
"James! Help! James!"
My blood ran cold.
What did she—
The bedroom door flew open with such force it slammed against the wall. The lock of the door had been broken.
James stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes glowing gold. His wolf was close to the surface.
Behind him, my mother and father appeared, holding a sobbing Mia.
"You pushed her down the stairs?" James's voice was deadly quiet, filled with rage.
"What? No, I didn't—"