My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0699

Enzo

My eyes locked onto the enormous bear that was now thundering toward me, six-hundred pounds of snarling fury and dagger-length claws. The deafening roar that escaped the bear's throat almost seemed to shake the very stone beneath my paws.

Every instinct screamed to brace for impact as the grizzly charged at me.

"What the hell?" I thought to my wolf. "How—"

"Don't even question it," my wolf commanded. "Just don't get killed, dammit!"

My wolf was right; there was no time for speculation or awe. There was a wild beast hurtling toward me, reading to kill. Taking in a sharp breath, I lunged out of the way just before the bear collided with me. Up above, the vicious cries erupted from the crowd and caught my momentary attention.

"Rip his throat!"

"Flay the mongrel!"

I didn't know which one of us they were cheering for-me or the bear.

Nonetheless, I filtered out the madness of the crowd, my frenzied thoughts strategizing escape routes desperately feint left then sprint right for the gate, which was still open? No, I could never outpace this monster in this wide open

arena.

"Kill him! Kill him!" the crowd cheered menacingly.

teeth. There was only one hope of survival now: I needed to stand and

in for the kill, outrage roared through my soul at being cornered for bloodsport. If Mila wanted a gory show of dominance

its enormous claws. Then, I leaped with my fangs bared, aiming to grapple the bear's vulnerable throat

my panicked instinct hijacked any rational thought-no, I didn't want to kill.

an inch from fur as

the blackened floor. Agonized gasps echoed from the spectators above, but there was

maw wide open

versus defense in a frenzy to

crowd screeched. "Blood! Bathe the floors in

soon slicked the black obsidian tiles, its metallic tang coating my muzzle until I could no longer differentiate mine from my

of us now gushing what felt like rivers of blood from deep lacerations. My vision swam as the pain mounted beyond anything I had endured before even the torture beneath

one misstep meant disembowelment by the tireless beast intent on destroying me. And if I had any chance, even a flicker

I had to be the one who destroyed

my overflowing fury: "Fight for me!"

me. Before it could regain balance I seized its exposed nape,

shred between my canines. The grizzly's choked bellows rang out, matching the spectators' fevered screams...

broken neck and staggered backwards, half-blinded by sweat and gore. Heaving raggedly, I knew I had survived the impossible clash. But at a devastating cost that was now carved into my soul forever. I had killed in the most

of me

tiles warm and damp with blood now beneath my palms. What little strength I had was gone now; my wolf was

needed to see

on the tiles. Of course this was no regular bear;

eyes stared lifelessly back at me, his body destroyed beyond all belief by my unwilling attacks. Hot revulsion

was; but something in me roiled as I saw it, and suddenly, recognition