"She came up here to comfort you," my mother said, her voice shaking. "To try and make peace. And you attacked a pregnant she-wolf!"
"That's not what happened!" I stood up. "She was inside my room, insulting me—"
"That's not true!" Mia sobbed. "I just wanted to talk to my sister. To make sure she was okay. And she... she pushed me!"
"I shoved her away from my door! I didn't push her down the stairs—"
Before I could say anything more, James's fist slammed into my face. The blow sent me flying backward. My head cracked against the wall, and pain exploded through my skull.
Then everything went black.
When I woke up in the pack clinic, my head was pounding. My face throbbed, and I could taste blood in my mouth. I could feel my wolf working hard to heal the injuries.
I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't cooperate. Everything hurt.
"You're finally awake." James's voice was cold, emotionless.
I forced my eyes open. He was sitting in a chair by the window, watching me with those cold eyes.
The memories flooded through my mind, and tears welled up in my eyes. In our eight years of being mated, James had never hit me before, until now.
"James," I whispered. "How could—"
"Apologize to Mia."
"What?"