Chapter 96

Hudson's POV "Alpha Hudson, we've arrived at the hospital," Dominic announced from the front seat. Hudson pushed the door open before the car fully stopped. Christina burned against his chest, her face red with fever. "I need help," he called out. Several nurses rushed over. "This way, Alpha Hudson," one said, leading them to a private room. Minutes later, Christina lay on a hospital bed with an IV in her arm. The doctor checked her vitals while Hudson watched every move. "This doesn't make sense," Lycaon growled in his mind. "Our kind doesn't get sick like this." Hudson agreed silently. Werewolves healed fast. "When will she wake up?" Hudson asked the doctor. "What's causing this?" The doctor looked up from his chart. "Her vitals are getting better. The fever seems to be from severe trauma. Has she been through anything stressful recently?" "She nearly drowned tonight," Hudson said. The doctor nodded. "That explains it. This looks like trauma-induced fever. Even for werewolves, psycho