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!"

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

through the haze. Before, it had seemed to come from one direction, but now it seemed

echoing around me like it was taunting me.

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

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

unmistakable clash of steel and the guttural cries of battle. My steps faltered as I strained to pinpoint the source, my brow furrowing

her father and his warriors were supposed to come, but I didn't know if they had made

my way through a bank of swirling smoke, I emerged into a nightmarish scene-a bloodied battlefield strewn with the broken bodies of Aldric's warriors, their armor rent and their faces frozen in

bits of rotten meat. It almost made me gag,

her jaws gaping wide as she unleashed another deafening roar that

forefront of the fray, his silver sword a blur of motion as he deflected the sweeping arcs of Mila's talons. His warriors rallied around him, their numbers dwindling

of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and a slightly rounded

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

her massive tail lashing out in a wide arc that

eyes widening when he recognized me. "Enzo!" he cried out above the din." Her

twice. While he continued slashing at her underbelly, I surged forward. I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable

as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the

the haze of smoke and ash, I 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 understanding of the gravity of the moment, the weight of