I turned slowly to face him. My wolf snarled in my head, all she wanted to do was claw his eyes out.
His expression changed instantly when he saw my face. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, and my cheeks stained with tears.
"What's wrong?" Panic flashed in his eyes as he stepped closer. "Are you okay? What happened?"
The concern in his voice made my stomach turn. He was so good at pretending. He sounded so convincing.
I shook my head. "Nothing." I croaked.
He stepped closer even more, looking worried. "Come on, it can't be nothing, you've been crying."
I knew James wouldn't drop it anytime soon, so I lied.
"It's Alice," I whispered, my voice breaking.
He furrowed his brows. "Your foster mother? The same one who's been in a coma since the attack?"
I nodded. "The clinic called. She's getting worse. Her wolf is fading. They said... they said she might not make it."
For a split second, I saw something like relief flash in his eyes.
Then it was gone, replaced by fake sympathy.
"Oh, Olivia." He stepped forward, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry. I know she means a lot to you."