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 with a combination of desperation and the soot I had inhaled. "I'm

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

out, echoing around me like

was gone just

and sought to drown out Nina's voice with

and the guttural cries of battle. My steps faltered as I strained to pinpoint the

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

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

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

entire scene, her massive form silhouetted against the smoldering sky, was Mila, her jaws gaping wide as she unleashed another deafening roar that seemed

a blur of motion as he deflected the sweeping arcs of Mila's

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

me. I had to join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was

massive tail lashing out in a wide arc that sent warriors scattering in all directions. I ducked beneath the lethal

his eyes widening when he recognized me. "Enzo!"

While he continued slashing at her underbelly, I surged forward. I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my

skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping

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