My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 235: Return Together

Nina

Enzo and I had to return to the werewolf realm only minutes after we buried his father.

We didn’t have time to rest or regroup, or to even gather fresh supplies. No matter how badly I just wanted to lie down in my bed for hours or take a hot shower to ease the soreness in my muscles, I knew that we needed to leave as soon as possible. There was a possibility that Selena and the witch were already hot on our trails, as we had spent so much time that morning taking care of Richard’s funeral. I didn’t know how long Luke’s hex would last; it could have been wearing off at that exact moment, for all I knew — which meant that Selena could easily open a portal at any second and kill all of us.

Except for me, of course. She couldn’t kill me, and she knew that; but she would make sure to make me suffer.

There was no way to stop Selena if we didn’t act quickly. Already, I imagined that she was probably fuming, and would likely find a way to get her revenge if we didn’t hurry. But my friends were exhausted, and I didn’t want to put them in any more danger than they already had been that night.

“We can go with you,” Matt said, stepping forward from the rest of the group despite the fact that he looked just as battered and exhausted as everyone else. “I will go, at least.”

Enzo shook his head.

it for better or for worse? Did everything that we experienced bring us together and cause us to mature, or did it only hollow out our insides

and furrowed his brow. “You expect us to just

firmly. When I looked at her, she was swaying slightly in her spot from obvious

voice high

around us went silent for a few moments. But then he softened a bit, and I felt his shoulders slump slightly beside

Lori and Jessica stood off to the side and stared at us with a combination of shock and sadness. I could tell

back… Maybe it was best, I thought to myself, if I let them go on thinking that I would return at some point. Maybe if I said a

keep my fate to myself — although whether it was for my friends’ sake or my own sake was a mystery

asked, always the stoic one. His face was drawn; being an undead meant that he didn’t need much sleep or rest, but it didn’t mean that the entire experience didn’t make him utterly exhausted. And yet, even in his exhaustion, he still needed some sort of

throat felt cracked and dry from the scream that escaped my lips earlier — the strange scream that created a shockwave that was strong enough to throw both Selena and the witch several yards away from us.

I wrote down the recipe. It’s

set off some red flags; it implied that I wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, if ever. But none of them said anything, except for Jessica, who nodded and spoke up.

So did Jessica. Beside her, Lori only stared at me with that