Christina's POV
I stood frozen, watching Hudson beat the hell out of Niall.
It was brutal but controlled.
Every punch landed exactly where Hudson wanted it to.
One punch. Blood flew from Niall's mouth.
Another. His head snapped back hard.
Another. He stumbled, barely staying on his feet.
I lost count as Hudson kept going. His movements were smooth, almost casual.
Niall's face was getting destroyed—blood everywhere, lip split open, nose bleeding, one eye swelling shut. He was falling apart but somehow still standing.
When Niall finally hit the floor, I thought it was over. But Hudson wasn't done. He walked over to where Niall lay crumpled up and kicked him in the stomach. Hard. Then did it again. And again.
Each kick made Niall cough up more blood. My wolf wh
