Chapter 92

Hudson's POV Hudson left his grandfather's study, still thinking about the pack's future. The party continued to hum around him, but Christina was nowhere in sight. He needed to find her. "Have you seen my mate?" he asked one of the staff members arranging champagne flutes on a tray. "Luna Christina went to the garden, Alpha Hudson," she replied, nodding toward the doors leading outside. He made his way through the crowd, nodding politely at guests who tried to engage him in conversation. The Sabreridge pack's events always attracted the most influential wolves in Highrise City. Tonight was no exception. As Hudson stepped onto the stone path leading to the gardens, a piercing scream cut through the ambient noise. "Someone's drowning! Help!" His heart seized. Hudson sprinted toward the commotion, pushing past stunned guests. The crowd parted as he approached the pool area, and what he saw turned his blood to ice. Christina. Underwater. Not moving. "CHRISTINA!" Lycaon roared inside him,