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.

…

checked my wounds, relieved to see that even the gashes in my stomach were making a rapid recovery. Soon I was able to stand and walk around in brief spurts

I was able to talk, Tiffany told me the story of how she knew about

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

this hockey club,

out as one, but eventually developed into something else when

asked, remembering that Tiffany had mentioned this

going around campus and turning people into rogues. The dean at the time covered it up by claiming it

werewolves that the Crescents sent to

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

both the werewolves and the humans,”

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

“Humans, too?” I asked.

James’ mother, and I weren’t the only 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

long pause. Eventually, we stopped pacing and sat down at the large table at the back of the room.

out various protests against the older Crescents and Fullmoons to try to convince them to stop their fighting and live in harmony. But then… Everything changed. The Crescent chief and the Fullmoon chief at the time both died suddenly during the same battle, leaving Ronan’s father and Enzo’s father as the sole heirs to the factions. We tried to 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