My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I was jostled awake by a bump and a swaying sensation, followed by the feeling of a searing pain shooting through my leg and the sound of a car engine. I groaned as my eyes flickered open.

“Oh! Honey, she’s awake.”

“Hold on. I’m pullin’ over. Coast clear out there?”

“Hmm… Mhm. I don’t see anything.”

As my eyes adjusted, I saw the forms of two people sitting in front of me. Judging from the long leather seat beneath me and the two seats in front, I was in the back of a car. A truck, too, I surmised from the hollow and tinny sound of the engine as it sputtered to a stop.

I groaned again. The man in the driver’s seat got out of the car while the woman in the passenger seat turned around to face me. I blinked a few times, and as her face came into focus, I saw that she was an older woman with graying brown hair and a round, soft face.

“You sure woke up quick,” she said with a smile, reaching out and squeezing my hand. Her hand was warm and soft in a motherly sort of way, and it eased some of my anxieties.

“Wh-Where…”

The door by my feet opened. I looked up to see an older man standing there. He was wearing a flannel shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, which emphasized his slight beer belly. He had a baseball cap on and had a gray mustache on his upper lip.

“Howdy, young lady,” he said with a grin. “Let me see that leg. That okay?”

I felt myself stiffen, and instinctively looked up at the woman. “It’s okay, hon’,” she said softly. “Dan’s real good at this sort of thing. Aren’t you, honey?”

“Yup. Decades huntin’ and trappin’ll do that to ya. You get real good at pickin’ out bullets so it don’t spoil the meat.” My stomach turned at the thought, but Dan only chuckled. “Don’t worry. I don’t eat human.”

He reached out and peeled back the white bandage around my leg a little bit, and I let him, although it made me wince and grit my teeth. He eyed my wound for a second before nodding to himself.

“I’m Laura, by the way. That’s my husband, Dan, although I guess I already told you his name, didn’t I? Anyway, we found you

his hand for me and helped me sit up, and once I’d chugged an entire bottle

already for someone who was shot less than twelve

I couldn’t tell

answers. “Well, either way,” he continued, “you’re lucky we found ya

“You were nothin’ more than a hop ‘n a skip away from meeting the big old man in the sky,”

pain in my leg was still unbearable, and when I searched for my wolf’s presence, it

It was just barely morning; the sun still hadn’t come up yet, but it was bright enough

then looked around. “Just a few miles north of town,” he said. “We’re headin’ out that way where there ain’t

proudly. Then, whispering: “I

bit at the older couple’s good humor, but at the same time, I knew I needed to get home. I couldn’t

north. This… disease, or whatever it is, spreads like wildfire. Just before the news stations went out, I saw that all of the towns in the nearest fifty-mile radius are crawlin’ with the Prowlers. I

on the way,” I replied. “I can tell you that

Dan’s eyebrows raised, but they said nothing. There was a bit of a silence

us, right, honey?” she asked. “You don’t

pleading and full of worry, but I shook my head. “I can’t.

and Laura exchanged glances. “Hon’, I’m afraid your friends are probably beyond the point

head again.

“Cure everyone in town?” I swallowed; I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I only

said, “we can take you back to town if you really want. It’s your

fine,” I

seat. Dan nodded once more and shut the door, then came around and got back into the driver’s seat. No one spoke as he pulled away from the side of the road, then

outskirts. I got out first, limping on my injured leg despite Laura’s protests, and grabbed

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