My Hockey Alpha

Nina

“Three… Two… One!”

On the count of one, Matt and I yanked the supply closet doors open. The rogue leaped out, but Enzo was ready in his wolf form, and tackled it to the ground. In a flash, Tiffany ran to the rogue’s side and jabbed the needle into its neck.

The rogue shrieked and wriggled harder against Enzo’s weight. Matt and I shot each other wary looks, but Tiffany seemed enthusiastic about her antidote.

And she was right.

The antidote seemed to be working. The rogue slowly faded back into a normal boy. Enzo hesitantly released his grip on the boy at Tiffany’s request before shifting back once more and instinctively putting himself between the boy and I again. Watching him be so protective over me made my heart skip.

“There,” Tiffany said, stepping back and looking down at the boy, who was slowly coming back to consciousness with a confused look on his face. “Now, we just need to figure out how to administer this to anyone else who’s been bitten — but I’m not sure if I have enough just yet.” She bent down as he tried to sit up and helped him, speaking to him gently in hushed tones.

Meanwhile, the doors that we barricaded began to rattle once more.

“I think we should get out of here,” Matt said warily, taking a few steps backwards away from the door. “I’m not sure how much longer that barricade is gonna hold.” As he spoke, one of the chairs that was piled on the top of the barricade clattered to the floor. Tiffany nodded and stood, helping the boy.

at the back of the arena. “You guys get the others and bring them over. I’ll go

the mention of the tunnels, I felt my stomach drop. Enzo and Matt ran off to the locker rooms and began to usher

a bit. I could hear the sound of the rogues snarling through the crack in the door. Their animalistic sniffing and growling made me sick to my stomach, but at the very least it snapped me out of

way!” I said, gesturing for the group to follow as they filed out of the

Matt and Enzo got the rest of the students out of the locker rooms and ushered them along at the back of the group. I ran over to the door that Tiffany disappeared through and opened it, keeping track of every single person who went through while the barricade began to break apart from the rogues on the other side. As I worked, I pushed the thought of going into the tunnels in the back of

first rogue burst in, skittering across the floor and looking around wildly until its yellow eyes finally locked on us. The last student ran through the doorway with Enzo and Matt on her

I knew those eyes.

was Justin. He had turned

his yellowed, sharp teeth bared. There was blood on his muzzle, and although

of strong arms wrapped around me and carried me away, I hardly even noticed until Matt slammed the door shut and slid the deadbolt across, blocking the rogues from coming through just before Justin slammed into the door from

set me down, then grabbed me by both shoulders. “What was that about?” he asked, breathing heavily. “Didn’t

that he recognized Justin, too. But we didn’t have time. Through the windows of Tiffany’s office, we

busy gathering supplies to notice the girl walking toward

away from there,” I said, stumbling away from Enzo toward her. But it was too late. Enzo grabbed me, cursing under his breath, as she walked up

whimpered, recognizing one of

palpable moment, the room was silent. The rogue — Henry, I supposed his name was — stared at the girl