Hudson’s POV
I stride purposefully through the pack of werewolves, my senses heightened by the urgency of the situation. Thea is at the center of my thoughts, her presence a guiding force that propels me forward. The moonlight casts shadows on the ground, and a low growl rumbles in my chest as I approach the unfolding confrontation.
My heart twists in my chest as I see the Alpha, a malevolent figure with a knife pressed against Thea's throat. The regret floods through me, a heavy weight that I carry as my eyes lock onto hers. She shouldn't have been put in danger like this. I was supposed to arrive long before her, but ensuring the pack was in formation delayed me.
In my wolf form, I catch the scent of Thea's fear, a sharp and bitter aroma that fuels my determination. The Alpha speaks to me through the pack mind, taunting me for getting too attached to the human girl. His words echo in my mind, and I grit my teeth, holding back the surge of anger that threatens to consume me.