My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF



Chapter 0359

Nina

"C'mon," the old man said, jerking his head toward the door. "I got my truck out front."

The old man tumed and walked out of the store without waiting for us. Enzo and I paused for a moment and shot each other an uncertain look before collectively deciding that this strange old man from the middle of nowhere was probably our best bet at getting to the Alpha King's mansion in time, and so we decided to follow him.

The aforementioned truck was incredibly rusty and worn down. We had walked past it on our way into the gas station, but it was so beat up that I had assumed that it was abandoned. However, when the old man opened the door and looked at us through the windshield with his yellow eyes peering out from beneath his tattered trucker cap, I realized that I was wrong.

When we opened the passenger side door, it was one of those old style trucks with the bench seat. There was no back seat, so I shot Enzo another uncertain look before I decided to slide into the middle. Enzo climbed in behind me and kept his arm firmly wrapped around my shoulders as the old man stuck the key in the ignition and the truck sputtered to life.

Soon enough, we were on the road. The old man pulled out onto the dirt road that ran straight down the middle of the tiny little town, and he followed that road for a while. It eventually wound through the forest, with rows of pine trees on either side. If I looked closely enough into the forest, I was certain that I could see quite a few sets of yellow eyes looking out at us. It made my blood run cold.

"Rogues," the old man said, noticing my apprehension. "They won't bother with a vehicle. If ya were on foot, though..." His voice faded and dropped away. I could only imagine what he meant by that, and it made me glad that we didn't try to walk to the Alpha King's mansion

after all.

squeezing my hands tightly between my knees to

man nodded.

one said anything else for a while. Soon, the road widened and the trees became sparse on either side. And, finally, after crossing a little bridge that ran across a narrow river, the road became paved. The old man picked up the

comfortable around him. I couldn't explain it, it almost was the same as the strange couple who found me when James shot me. The old man was more stoic than the couple,

the steering wheel, and the

way that he clenched and unclenched his jaw while he drove seemed a bit like

"Frank."

decided to pry a little bit more out of curiosity. If we were going to be sitting in this vehicle for a few hours with this

What do you

and when I glanced over at him

suddenly, Frank

asked without tearing his eyes away from the road, his knuckles tightening around

sheepishly.

from the road. "But you..." His voice sounded almost a little accusatory. I knew that, without my wolf's presence, I still smelled human. It occurred to me then that maybe these people didn't trust humans for one reason or another, but that wouldn't