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

click and saw a camera flash out of the corner of my

It didn’t matter, she had evidence of werewolves, and I

as Enzo and the black wolf continued to fight, I took off in the direction of the camera flash. My breath became ragged as I raced through the forest, willing my legs to push me faster Almost as

the sound of the werewolves’ claws scraping against 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,

wore a black hoodie and a hat, which flew off of

yelled. “I don’t want to hurt you! Just give

sound of my voice, but didn’t stop

she tripped and fell down a ravine and the sound of bones crunching filled my ears, I wished

lay at the bottom of the ravine Her neck was bent at an unnatural angle

She was dead.

such wild

side of the ravine and tumbling to my knees next to her. I checked

was

in my eyes and a sob caught in

so sorry,” I cried, my hands shaking as tears streamed down my cheeks. I never meant for this. I just wanted to stop her. I just wanted to take her camera away; not her

when I picked it up, but it still worked; just as I expected as I clicked through the camera roll, it was

moments had been spent in 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