My Hockey Alpha

Enzo

Nina’s confession hit me like a ton of bricks.

As soon as she described what she saw,

I was reminded of a conversation I had with the dean the day prior…

The dean called me to her office to tell me something urgent. I was there in mere moments; having the ability to teleport was one of the werewolf traits that I appreciated the most sometimes.

“Oh, good,” she said, sitting at her desk. “Take a seat.’

I sat across from her. “What’s so urgent?” I asked.

The dean rubbed her forehead and sighed. “You haven’t been shifting on campus, have you?”

“No, of course not,” I replied. “I know better than that.”

She nodded and clasped her hands in front of her on the desk. “Students have been reporting sights of shifters on campus. Just last week, a girl claimed that she was followed home at night by what she described as a’ human-cat hybrid’. The day after that, a male student was caught running through the dorms in only his towel, banging on doors and screaming about a wolf staring at him through his window… on the fourth floor.”

I furrowed my brow and leaned forward. “What would other shifters be doing here?”

The dean shrugged. “I don’t know. Your presence, perhaps. No doubt they see you on the television and in the news, and recognize you as a shifter right away. Maybe they think it’s alright to come and terrorize my students.”

The dean also explained to me that she was sending students to see a hypnotherapist, who had succeeded in hypnotizing them into forgetting all about their encounters with shifters.

that there was one student who couldn’t be hypnotized…

Nina.

home after that. It was hard for me to watch her walk away; she looked so sexy in her blue waitress uniform,

shifters on campus, but I was curious now about why the hypnotherapy didn’t work on Nina when

back to my dorm that night. I drove my motorcycle right past the dorms and toward my father’s home, which was located an hour away from

the ocean. My father had it custom built when he decided to do business in the human world; it was a lot different from the architecture I was used to back at home. Instead of ancient stone walls and marble floors, this house was built in a modern style, with massive windows that looked out over the ocean and an open layout on the main

perfect disguise; a billionaire and his playboy son, moving into a contemporary home

and through; our castle was her home, and the forest her playground. Ever since she died, my father pushed away our old

backyard. I walked around the outside of the house to see a

knit. There were only five, not including my father. Someday, I would

up in unison as I approached

said. He stood and walked over to me with a grin, clapping me on the back. “What brings you here on a

pulled Lewis aside for some privacy

some help looking into someone,” I said. “Her name is Nina Harper. She’s

flicking some ash from his cigar onto

there’s something strange about her. I can’t explain it. Just look

kid,” Lewis replied

to walk back

soon?” Lewis said,

the morning,” I replied. “Besides, I was just out

leave. I stopped and looked back at him