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.

of the arena. “You guys get the others and bring them over. I’ll go ahead and gather the rest of the antidote I have, and any other supplies we might need. We’re gonna have to

felt my stomach drop. Enzo and Matt ran off to the locker rooms and began to

another chair fell off of the barricade, causing the door to slide open a bit. I could hear the sound of the rogues snarling through the crack in the door. Their animalistic sniffing and growling made

for the group to follow as

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

in, skittering across the floor and looking around wildly until its yellow eyes finally locked on us. The last student ran

I knew those eyes.

was Justin. He had

disbelief. My eyes widened as he approached, his yellowed, sharp teeth bared. There was blood on his muzzle, and although

away, I hardly even noticed until Matt slammed the door shut and slid the deadbolt across, blocking the rogues from coming

panic-stricken students sobbed and huddled. He set me down, then grabbed me by both shoulders. “What was that about?” he asked, breathing heavily.

recognized Justin, too. But we didn’t have time. Through the windows of Tiffany’s office, we could see that the campus was crawling with rogues — and the rogues saw us, too. They began to gather at the

busy gathering supplies to notice the girl walking toward the

was too late. Enzo grabbed me, cursing under his breath, as she walked up to the window and

whimpered, recognizing one of

was silent. The rogue — Henry, I supposed his name was — stared at the girl through the glass,