My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I watched Enzo and Ronan fight in a state of abject horror. Ronan certainly tried to egg Enzo on, and he achieved that goal. Enzo head butted him, causing the crowd to gasp in unison, then began to rain punches down on Ronan from above. His face was twisted into a look of pure anger and hatred. Finally, Matt and one of the other team members came up behind Enzo and yanked him off of Ronan. The referee put himself between the two captains and blew his whistle, signaling the end of the practice match along with a looming, red mark on Enzo’s reputation, which was already struggling from his werewolf leak.

All around me, as the other team helped Ronan up and Enzo wrenched himself free from Matt and skated away, I heard the whisperings of my classmates. They were saying that he was a monster, that they knew it all along… And what could I possibly do to change their minds now?

“Well, I’m going home,” Lori said suddenly, standing with a frown and hopping down from our spot on the bleachers. “You guys coming?”

Jessica nodded grimly and followed Lori. I stayed put, however, and watched as Enzo’s red eyes scanned the crowd and finally became fixed on me. For a long moment, we stared at each other — I was still in a state of shock, while Enzo’s face was still contorted with hatred for Ronan, only softening slightly when he saw my face.

But then, he suddenly ripped his eyes away from me and turned to look at Ronan. I followed his gaze, my eyes widening even more as I saw the sinister grin on Ronan’s bloody face.

Judging from the way they looked at each other just then, I knew — Ronan was saying something to Enzo telepathically.

“Nina?” Jessica said from below, drawing my attention away. I blinked a few times and looked down at her concerned face, then nodded and jumped down to meet them.

“Geez… This whole werewolf tournament thing sure is serious, huh?” Lori asked as we pushed out of the arena with a group of other disturbed students and stepped out into the cold air. I thought that the tournament was supposed to be a peaceful way for them to settle their differences.”

what had come over Enzo. Ever since our time spent in the tunnels, he’d been having more difficulties with controlling his temper. I was certain that his attack on Ronan was his

Jessica walked ahead a few paces before realizing that I’d stopped and they turned to

Jessica asked,

still felt compelled to check and make sure that he

and Lori frowned,

said, waving. Jessica shot me a soft smile before they turned and continued to head back to the

and made my way back to the arena. There were still students milling about when I entered, rattled from the intense fight and gossiping about how all werewolves were violent, but I ignored them and walked over to the bench where Enzo’s team was packing up their things with concerned expression on their faces. As I approached, however, I realized

asked as I walked up

nodded his head toward the locker room. “He’s moping in there. That Ronan guy definitely started it with that shitty move he pulled, but Enzo’s clearly taking the heat for it. I just hope he gets his

the team. “I’ll make sure of that,” I

bag was sitting on the floor next to his locker, along with his jersey and his helmet. I called his name, but he didn’t answer. Just then, I realized that I could hear the showers

a hand on my

see that Enzo was standing there; he had his shirt off, exposing his chiseled abs and chest muscles, but was still clothed other than that. There was a stern, dark look

said, averting my gaze

simply shrugged. “It was a mistake.

interrupted, raising my eyes