My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 23: Monster

Enzo

Nina’s eyes widened when I finally told her the truth.

“No,” she said, pacing back and forth and rubbing her head. “This isn’t real. Werewolves aren’t real. Talking skeletons are not real!”

I sighed and stood, walking over to her.

“Look,” I said, pulling aside the torn fabric of my jeans to show her my wound. It was already healing. The torn flesh from the skeleton’s attack was rejoining without leaving so much as a scar. Even the blood disappeared.

When Nina saw my leg heal, she stumbled backwards into the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

“I have to be dreaming,” she said. I watched quietly as she pinched her arm to try and wake herself up.

“This is real, Nina,” I said. “You’re awake.”

“Well then, I must be going insane,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

I walked toward Nina and took her by the shoulders, stooping to look her in the eyes.

“You’re not crazy. Everything you saw is real. Don’t I feel real?” I took her hand and placed it on my chest, right over my heart so she could feel my heartbeat. She let her hand linger there for a few moments, then shuddered and pulled away.

“If you think I’m a monster, so be it,” I said. “But I won’t stop watching you, because someone — or something — has sinister plans for you, and no human can protect you.”

see the gears turning in her head. She shuddered again, but didn’t say anything Before I

afraid of

I replied out loud. “She is a human,

incantation I used on him would only last for so long before he reanimated again. Some witch must have put a

foot. 1 looked down and cringed when I saw Nina’s phone on the floor, its screen cracked now. “Shit…” I whispered, stooping to pick

to it and grabbed it off the stand, pinning it, down to

you, and why?” I growled, to which

sent me,” the

grip around the skeleton’s throat.” What would an undead like yourself want with an

an answer out of it. With my hand still on its neck, I reached over to

bone saw so the skeleton could

along the skeleton’s ribs.

squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead

with a leg,” I said, lowering the bone saw to the skeleton’s femur. I let the

skeleton cried out. “I swear no one sent me. I was attracted

skeleton’s leg and furrowed

scent,” the skeleton replied. “And a strong one at that. Strong enough to make me

a human,”

it said. “I don’t

onto something. The way that Fio latched onto her from the beginning made me think that she was a bit out of the ordinary, but I hadn’t thought that she was supernatural in any

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