My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The infirmary was dimly lit and quiet when I woke up. It took a few long moments for my eyes to adjust before I finally realized where I was and what had happened. My mind felt foggy, although not nearly as foggy as it did when Edward gave me my medicine.

“Nina,” Enzo said softly, squeezing my hand. I looked up at him, a smile twitching at my lips, but as I opened my mouth to speak I quickly realized that my voice was too hoarse to get a word out.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to talk. Tiffany is here and she’ll take care of you.”

I nodded weakly before looking up to see Tiffany approaching from behind Enzo. Her eyebrows were knit together with worry.

“Hey there,” she said softly. “I’m sorry this happened to you. I promise we’ll find Edward and bring him to justice… Enzo was just filling me in on everything.”

I looked over at Enzo once more, my own brows knit together now as I wondered if he had told her about werewolves. Realizing this, Enzo nodded. “Tiffany knows about werewolves. She has all along, apparently.”

“I’ll tell you all about it when you’re feeling a bit better. For now, just get some rest, okay? Your body is healing at an accelerated rate, so you’ll be right as rain in no time.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what Tiffany meant; I knew I had a wolf now, but she still hadn’t emerged completely, and I wasn’t sure if she ever would after all of the poison Edward gave me. But Tiffany was right — now was not the time for questions. I had to rest.

…

eventually felt strong enough to sit up. Tiffany gave me a t-shirt and sweatpants to wear, then checked my wounds, relieved to

told me the story of

we had a hockey club here,” she said, holding my elbow as the three of us slowly walked back and forth across the empty infirmary. “The club consisted of myself, as well as several others. Those others were your mother, Nina, and Enzo’s father. Edward, as well as Ronan’s father, were also part of the club, as well as

aback to hear that almost all of our parents were part of this hockey club, but I chose not to ask about it just yet

really a hockey club. It started out as one, but eventually developed

wasn’t rabies, was it?” I asked, remembering that Tiffany had mentioned this before when she showed me the picture

sent by the leaders of the Crescent faction — who were going around campus and turning people into rogues. The dean at the time covered it up by claiming it was a

Crescents sent to turn people?” Enzo chimed in. “And

they were.” Tiffany paused as we turned around at the end of the room and began making our way back toward the other side. By now, I was already feeling well enough to walk on my own, and was able to let go of their arms — but I still chose to hold Enzo’s arm as we walked, just because I needed to feel his warmth. “The Crescents wanted to take over Mountainview,” she continued. “You see, at the time, the Crescents and the Fullmoons were currently warring over which faction should control the town. Since it’s located right on the border of the werewolf

over both the werewolves and the humans,”

and the Fullmoons were fighting and killing each other, the seven of us got to know each other as we bonded over our love for hockey. Some of us began to realize that the war was pointless, and so the hockey club eventually turned into a safe haven for young Crescents and Fullmoons who didn’t want to fight. We began to secretly refer to ourselves as the Peacekeepers, and would take every chance

“Humans, too?” I asked.

humans — well, Cynthia is a hybrid, but she has no wolf or abilities. There were plenty more who wanted to advocate for werewolves, who believed that

Eventually, we stopped pacing and sat down at the large table at the back of the room. Tiffany sighed, passing her hand over her tired face, and

stop them, but the power quickly got to their heads. They were too young and full of fire to have so much power, and the fighting only got worse. Eventually, the hockey club began to split up as the members of each faction felt loyalty toward the two boys who were not only their leaders, but their old friends. Soon, the only ones left were myself, Nina’s mother, Edward, the dean, and James’ mother. James’ mother quickly began to fear the werewolves now that we were low in numbers, so she