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 had the chance to

of us,”

out loud. “She is

before he reanimated again. Some witch must have put a spell

on the floor, its screen cracked now. “Shit…” I whispered, stooping to pick it up. I’d have to replace

again. I stormed over to it and grabbed it off

and why?” I growled, to which the bewitched

one sent me,”

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

skeleton didn’t respond, but I had to know the truth. My only option was to force an answer out of it. With my hand still on its neck, I

the skeleton could see it, then began to

the skeleton’s ribs. ” Your arm? Or

form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a

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

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

blade away from the skeleton’s leg and furrowed my brows.

skeleton replied. “And a strong one at that. Strong enough to make me

she’s only a human,”

its head. “She’s not human,” it said. “I don’t know what she is, but she’s

Fio latched onto her from the beginning made me think that she was a bit

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