"You heard me." His eyes were hard and dark. "Apologize to your sister for attacking her."
"I didn't attack her!" I tried to sit up again, ignoring the pain. "She was taunting me, saying horrible things—"
"I don't care what she said." He stood up, eyes flashing—his wolf was still on the surface. "You put your hands on a pregnant she-wolf. You could have killed her pup."
"She threw herself down the stairs!" Tears streamed down my face. "She's lying, James. She's always lying—"
"Apologize."
"No." I said firmly, my wolf rising even with her weakness.
His expression darkened, his eyes flashing gold. "No?"
"I won't apologize for something I didn't do."
He stared at me for a long moment. Then he smiled. It was a cold, cruel smile that made my blood freeze.
"Fine."
He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet. I stumbled, my legs were too weak to hold me up.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
He didn't answer, he just dragged me out of the room, and down the clinic hallway, his grip was tight and painful.
"James, stop! Where are we going?"
He kept dragging me, till we approached the ICU wing.
My stomach dropped.
"No," I whispered. "No, James, please—"
He ignored me as he dragged me to Room 304. Alice's room.