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.”

say anything Before I had the chance to stop

of us,” Fio

loud.

on him would only last for so long before he reanimated again. Some witch must have put a spell on this skeleton, but for what purpose, I didn’t know. I crossed the room toward

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

to twitch again. I stormed over to it and grabbed it off the

I growled, to which

me,” the

tightening my grip around the skeleton’s throat.” What would

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

brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to

ribs. ” Your arm? Or maybe

compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire – although, some would argue

the bone saw to the skeleton’s femur. I let the blade graze

“I swear no one sent me.

lifted the blade away from the skeleton’s leg and furrowed my

scent,” the skeleton replied. “And a strong one at that. Strong

only a

skeleton shook its head. “She’s not human,” it said. “I don’t

onto her from the beginning made me think that she was

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