My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I went to work that night with a smile on my face. It felt good to get back to work, and the diner was surprisingly busy, which kept me busy after

spending so much time in my head for the past couple of weeks. It was refreshing to feel like my life was getting back to some sense of normalcy; no Lisa, no skeleton bodyguard as far as I could see, and no strange attacks from feral werewolves.

Halfway through my shift, however, it seemed that the universe simply couldn’t exist without throwing some sort of drama in my face.

I was cleaning up dishes and wiping down tables after the dinner rush. It was quiet in the diner now, with only a few people seated here and there. I was whistling along to the music playing on the radio, and smiling to myself, just happy to be back in my old routine.

My smile faded when I heard the bell on the door jingle and looked up to see a familiar face walk through the door.

It wasn’t Enzo, or Justin, or Lisa, or even Luke. If it had been any of them, I would’ve been annoyed.

Instead, I was terrified.

It was K.

I knew he came looking for me specifically, and that this wasn’t just a crazy coincidence, when he walked in and immediately looked directly at me.

Seeing his face nearly made me drop the bin of dirty plates I was holding, but I somehow managed to maintain my composure.

“S-Sit anywhere you like,” I said with a forced smile despite my racing heart.” I’ll be right with you.”K smiled back and nodded, taking a seat at a booth in the corner. I took a deep breath and scurried into the kitchen, setting down the bin of dishes next to the dishwashing station and smoothing down my apron with shaking hands.

run out

potentially see me calling for help and do something horrible. I barely knew this guy, and it seemed as

I had been in cahoots with a supposed werewolf hunter. K might’ve killed someone that Enzo knew personally; there was no way of knowing, and there was no way I could tell him about my

was stuck talking to

this was all just a big coincidence, I steeled my

as I made my way over to K’s table. The whole way there, he

notepad to take his

into his pocket and pulling out a folded up piece of newspaper. He unfolded it and smoothed it down on the table,

out and took the paper, my eyes

finds man brutally murdered in abandoned house on

even more. I raised my

“Newburgh is-”

town over, sweetheart,” K interjected. “Now you tell me

“It could be anyone.” I didn’t want to believe that Enzo would ever do such a thing. He had sat here, right in this very booth, and told me with all his

over me, and it made me feel like a scared little field mouse in the shadow of a mountain

he said. “Come with me and we’ll find out. Once you get a taste

steps back, my eyes wide as I shook my head vigorously in horror.” No,” I replied, my voice shaking. “I can’t. I’m

a killer?”

was too

left me with