My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I woke up the next morning in a daze and not knowing where I was. As I cracked my eyes open against the light coming in through the window and started to get my bearings, I realized from the smell of the wood and the forest around me, in combination with the smell of campfire smoke and the sound of voices outside, that I was in one of the cabins in the forest.

But… How did I get here?

My head was pounding, making it difficult to remember exactly what had happened last night. I remembered coming to the party with Lori and Jessica… I remembered seeing Lisa and Justin talking to one another by the fire, and that they seemed suspicious… I remembered following Justin out into the woods…

Suddenly, my eyes widened and I shot up in bed as I remembered running into Ronan in the woods. Running into him, and then feeling an impact on the side of my head followed by darkness, was the only thing that I could remember. Had Enzo come and saved me? Did he bring me into one of the cabins to recover?

I looked around frantically for Enzo, but he wasn’t there.

In fact, there was no sign of Enzo anywhere.

But as I looked down at myself, I realized that I wasn’t wearing my clothes. I was dressed in nothing but my underwear. My jeans, my sweater, my socks, and my boots were strewn haphazardly across the cabin as though they had been ripped off frantically.

What had happened after I blacked out?

My head still reeling, I climbed out of the rickety wooden cabin bed and looked around for my phone, finally spotting it on the floor in the corner — thankfully, it was still intact. I opened it to see dozens of notifications from Lori, Jessica, and… Twitter.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I opened Twitter, pressing my hand over my mouth when I saw what had been posted about me.

There were dozens of pictures and videos circulating of me, but not innocent pictures like the ones that had been taken in the past of Enzo and I months before. No, these were worse. Far worse, worse even than the pictures that Richard’s assistant took when she was stalking me.

I didn’t remember

to the party hand-in-hand with Ronan, a wide smile plastered across my face as I leaned on his arm. Videos of me dancing with him by the fire,

my phone onto the cabin floor, not caring if I actually broke the screen

whispered to myself. “No, no, no… I don’t remember any

explanation behind this. Ronan must have done something to me, used some sort of werewolf spell on me. He, Lisa, and Justin must have set this up as a way to get under my skin — I

above my head, I picked my phone back up off the floor as I hopped around the cabin, pulling my socks on, and dialed Enzo. Surely he would have some sort of explanation for all of

rang… And rang. It went to voicemail. I tried again, and this

deliberately ignoring

to leave

yanking one of my boots on. “Please listen to me. I don’t know what happened. Ronan came after me in the woods, and I don’t

pocketed my phone before

to me as I ran down the cabin steps. “If it isn’t the

off, Lisa,” I growled,

of the cabin,” she said

into fists at my sides as rage took over me. Without considering

snarled, then slapped her as hard as

her mouth hanging open, raised her shaking hand to her reddening cheek. “You hit me!” she screamed, tears streaming

to Lisa and wrapping her in

to explain myself; I just needed to get away. I turned on my heel and took off, glancing one last time over