My Hockey Alpha

Enzo

I thought we were finally free at first when I watched Edward run away with his tail between his legs, but as I looked over at Nina and saw the puddle of blood growing around her, I knew that the real fight had only just begun.

She appeared to be in shock. When I picked her up, cursing under my breath for what Edward had done to her, she looked momentarily confused before she promptly lost consciousness from the blood loss.

“Shit,” I whispered as I held her in my arms. I closed my eyes and tried to teleport, but I couldn’t. Whatever poison Edward had given me must have stunted all of my abilities, just like he said it would. If it weren’t for Nina healing me earlier, I would’ve been dead by now from blood loss.

I had to get Nina out on foot. Lisa had mentioned before that these tunnels were underneath the school, where they used to transport the bodies back when the school was supposedly a sanatorium. There had to be an entrance in the school, then. I was certain that Edward had been using it to get in and out of his office without being detected.

The sliding metal door, which now lay on the ground in a crumpled heap, sparkled slightly as I carefully stepped over it from the electronics inside the keypad being smashed. The large chains, which were still hooked around my wrists, felt heavier than lead as I walked, but I couldn’t let them stop me and I didn’t have the time right now to figure out how to get them off. If I didn’t hurry, Nina would bleed out.

I made my way through the tunnels, periodically looking down at Nina’s helpless body in my arms to check if she was still breathing, until the tunnel eventually widened and began to angle upwards.

Lisa wasn’t lying, I thought to myself as I walked, picking up my pace. This must have been where they wheeled the bodies down.

I passed a large room that appeared to be a morgue. All of the mortuary cabinets were open, so it was empty — but I couldn’t help but wonder if Edward would have stuffed my body in there if he had gotten his way and killed me.

Eventually, the tunnel came to an end, and I was met with two double doors. I pushed on one, shifting Nina’s weight into one arm, and it opened with ease. As I did so, I heard her groan slightly, which was a good sign. At least she wasn’t dying just yet.

room, and suddenly, as I heard the bubbly female voice

screech. She leaped off of her stool, dropping her phone, and clamped her hand over her

“Sick student.” She hung up, then ran over to me. Her eyes landed first on Nina, taking in her bloodied and bruised appearance, then slid over to me, taking in

crouching to cup Nina’s face in my

a cart of medical supplies. She wheeled it over, then I helped her to cut through Nina’s shirt with a pair

dug his claws into her stomach when he barged

said under her breath. I watched, horrified and clutching Nina’s tiny hand like my life depended on it, as Tiffany cleaned the blood away around the wound. She then disinfected the wound, which made me grateful that Nina was knocked out,

over to the sink and sanitized her hands. “Get that IV cart from over there,” she said, pointing with a bloody finger at a tall metal rack with wheels. I jumped up and grabbed it, wheeling it over, then watched as she dried her hands and

screaming something about not wanting to take her medicine. I ran over and grabbed her by the shoulders,

“It’s okay!

and her eyelids closed once more.

them away from the bag. “She needs to heal. Thrashing around

stepped away. Now, Tiffany came over to me and began to inspect me. “I’m fine,” I said, pulling away as she went to touch the wounds

an hour, occasionally taking breaks to check on Nina, until one finally clicked open, then the other. The chains fell to

storage room that I emerged through and returned with a shirt, a bag of crackers, and an electrolyte drink. Once I had the shirt on, I devoured the crackers and chugged the

Nina lay. “Do you wanna tell

the existence of werewolves, but at this point, I figured

nodded.