Chapter 32

Christina's POV I didn't even move. Instinct told me I didn't need to move. Before Willow's palm could come down, a hand shot past my shoulder, clamped down on her wrist, and shoved her backwards. Her wolf must have sensed the danger because she stumbled,arms flailing for balance. Her head whipped up, ready to snarl, but the moment she saw Hudson's face, she faltered. The dominant Alpha aura radiating from him was unmistakable. It was hard to keep swinging when the Alpha pinning your arm looked like he could snap you in half just for blinking the wrong way. She yanked her hand free with a pathetic little whine. "And who the hell are you?" she barked, though she was clearly fighting her bravado. "Why are you getting in the way? You..." Her voice trailed off as Hudson continued to stare her down. Willow shifted from foot to foot, tried to size him up, then her eyes flicked to me and to the jacket hanging off my shoulders. Her nostrils flared slightly, scenting him on me. "That's his coat