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!"

through the smoke shrouded haze in search of the source of the familiar voice. "Nina!" I shouted, my voice cracking

it had seemed to come from one direction, but now it seemed to be coming from everywhere

me like it was

heard a giggle then, but it was gone

roars of the dragon in the sky grew louder, more insistent, 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

sounds pierced the veil the unmistakable clash of steel and the guttural cries

mentioned that her father and his warriors were

scene-a bloodied battlefield strewn with the broken bodies of Aldric's warriors, their armor rent and their faces

charred and contorted, they looked like fried and discarded bits of rotten meat. It almost made

against the smoldering sky, was Mila, her jaws gaping wide as she unleashed another deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations

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

before. Suddenly, right in front of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and

like the greatest commander that had ever lived, bolstered me. I had to join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was the last thing I ever did. Without

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

me. "Enzo!" he cried out above

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

screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and

caught sight of Aldric again, his face grim and streaked with soot as he fought his way back toward me. His eyes met mine, a silent acknowledgment passing between us—a shared