My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0787

Enzo

The acrid stench of smoke scorched my lungs with every labored breath, the ash-choked air searing my throat as I stumbled blindly through the smoldering ruins of the forest. Ash crunched beneath my boots, embers glowing like crimson eyes in the hazy gloom that had enveloped me.

All around me, the deafening roars and screeches of Mila's dragon form echoed through the nightmarish realm she had created, shaking the very ground with their sheer reverberations. I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into fists as I pressed forward, driven by a single, desperate thought.

Nina.

Had she made it out alive? Was she safe, somewhere beyond the reach of the inferno that had consumed the forest? Or had the unthinkable occurred, her life snuffed out amidst the chaos like so many others?

The thought was unbearable, a lead weight settling in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn't have left her. I shouldn't have let her go.

"Nina!" I rasped, my voice little more than a strained croak as I cupped my hands around my mouth. "Nina, where are you?!"

Only silence answered my call, punctuated by the distant roars that seemed to reverberate through my very bones. I strained my ears, desperate to catch even the faintest hint of her voice amidst the cacophony of destruction.

Then, like a siren's call cutting through the madness, I heard it—a familiar voice, faint but unmistakable, crying out my name.

"Enzo!"

in search of the source of the familiar voice. "Nina!" I shouted, my

seemed to come from one direction, but now it seemed to

cried out, echoing around me like it was taunting me. "Enzo, behind

and smoke. I thought I heard a giggle then, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come, leaving me to

as if Mila had somehow sensed my frantic search and sought to drown out Nina's voice with her own thunderous bellows. I grit my teeth, my resolve hardening as I pressed onward, refusing to be

steel and the guttural cries of battle. My steps faltered as I

his warriors were supposed to come, but I didn't know if they

battlefield strewn with the broken bodies of Aldric's warriors, their armor rent and their faces frozen in expressions of

and contorted, they looked like fried and discarded bits of rotten meat.

smoldering sky, was Mila, her jaws gaping wide as she unleashed another deafening roar that

as he deflected the sweeping arcs of Mila's talons. His warriors rallied around him, their numbers dwindling with each

front of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and a slightly rounded belly was a warrior clad in

join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was the last thing I ever did. Without a moment's hesitation,

thunderous bellow of pain and fury as Aldric lanced his sword into her belly, her massive tail lashing out in a wide arc that sent warriors scattering in all directions. I ducked beneath the lethal swing, my paws skidding

King lifted his head, his eyes widening when he recognized me. "Enzo!" he cried out above the din."

tell me twice. While he continued slashing at her underbelly, I surged forward. I pivoted and struck, this

skies, raining down a torrent of flame

streaked with soot as he fought his way back toward me. His eyes met mine, a silent acknowledgment passing between us—a shared understanding of the gravity of the moment, the weight of