My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The giant black wolf with glowing orange eyes stepped out from the shadows, baring its pointed white teeth.

It was the same wolf that nearly killed that woman on the night of the fair.

Enzo turned to face it, shielding me with his body as it slowly stalked toward us. I felt my heart leap into my throat as every fiber of my being screamed for me to run as fast as I could, but logically, I knew that it would catch me It wanted me. Not Enzo

“Stay here,” Enzo murmured to me, stepping forward and approaching the werewolf

I hesitated for a moment, but I knew I couldn’t just stand there and watch him fight alone My eyes darted around, looking for some sort of weapon; a sharp stick, a large rock, anything.

Then, I watched in awe as Enzo shifted into his wolf form. It happened so quickly, nothing like the movies; instead of twisting limbs and crunching bones, he went from human to snarling wolf in the blink of an eye.

It was just like my dream. Enzo became a huge, silver wolf with red eyes, even bigger than the black world. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the two werewolves circle each other, growling and snarling.

The black werewolf lunged at Enzo, but he was too quick. Enzo dodged and countered with a swipe of his massive paw. The black werewolf howled in pain as blood dripped from its shoulder.

I watched the fight intently with wide eyes, trying to anticipate the next move as my mind raced. There was nothing I could do except stand there and silently pray that Enzo would defeat the black wolf

I heard an all-too-familiar click and saw a camera

matter, she had evidence of werewolves, and I couldn’t let her get

fight, I took off in the direction of the camera flash. My breath became ragged as I raced through the forest, willing my legs

the ground as they continued to fight. I could hear Enzo’s fierce growls and the black werewolf’s desperate snarls. On top of that, I heard the sound of the stalker running ahead of me, breathing heavily and whimpering in fear as I chased

her head. She wore a black hoodie and a hat, which flew off of her head to reveal

don’t want to hurt you! Just give

glanced over her shoulder at the sound of my voice, but

ravine and the sound of bones crunching filled my ears, I wished she had stopped.

neck was bent at an unnatural angle as her eyes stared lifelessly

She was dead.

her with such wild abandon, I had

I whimpered, sliding down the side of the ravine and tumbling to my knees next to her. I checked for a pulse,

it was

eyes and a sob caught in my

my cheeks. I never meant for this. I just wanted to stop her. I just wanted to

to it. The screen was cracked when I picked it up, but it still worked; just as I expected as I clicked through the camera roll, it was full of pictures of Enzo and I, down to the very

fear. I walked back over to her body, tears still streaming down my face as I held the camera in my hands. She was young even — — younger than me, and had probably started this whole