My Hockey Alpha

Enzo

As I began to walk toward the cabins, something sinister caught my eye. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks as I realized where the smell of blood had been coming from. I felt my heart sink when I saw it: a fresh blood trail. It was leading in the opposite direction of the cabins; had something happened to the group before they made it?

I decided to follow the trail. It didn’t go far — ten, twenty yards at the most — and eventually ended behind a small grouping of trees. When I saw what laid at the end of the trail, however, I wished that I hadn’t.

It was Tiffany.

Her body was bloody and mangled. Something had cut through her neck; something sharp, like teeth. I could smell the musky scent of another male wolf all over her, and I instantly knew that it was no mere rogue who did this to her, but rather another werewolf.

I fell to my knees. A guttural sound escaped my lips, something that I’d never heard come out of my own mouth before. Pure, unbridled grief. I slammed my fists on the forest floor, gritting my teeth and seething. Whoever had done this to Tiffany would pay… I could feel my eyes beginning to glow as I thought about how I would rip whoever did this to shreds when I found them.

But I couldn’t stay for long. I had to find Nina and the others; something equally as sinister may have happened to them, and I couldn’t live with myself if they were all dead as well… Especially Nina.

I stood, curling my hands into fists, prepared to fight and kill whoever did this when I found them.

a sharp blow to the back of my neck, and then everything went

…

up and looked around frantically. It seemed that I was in some sort of run-down barn, and through the huge sliding doors at the back, I could just barely see a sliver of light. I was sitting

moving shadows across the room, until it finally illuminated none other than Ronan and Lisa standing in front of me. Between them was a camera on

fuck are you two doing?” I snarled as

She hiked the skirt up even further, exposing the bottom of her panties, as she walked up to me, then sat down on my

the ground at her

hair around her finger as she turned on her heel and sauntered

you talking

a nearby table and grabbed a pistol. I watched in horror as he meticulously loaded it, then cocked it. Meanwhile, Lisa angled the camera, squinting as though she was trying to get the perfect shot of what

scoff at the situation. Were the Crescents

with the gun in his hand. “If it were up to me, I’d do it with a little more pizzazz,” he said, walking up

it. I couldn’t die in here — not like this, and

I said, stalling for time as I covertly looked around for some sort of advantage to help me get out of here, “tell me… What sort of message are you referring