My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 70: The Chase

Nina

The giant black wolf with glowing orange eyes stepped out from the shadows, baring its pointed white teeth.

It was the same wolf that nearly killed that woman on the night of the fair.

Enzo turned to face it, shielding me with his body as it slowly stalked toward us. I felt my heart leap into my throat as every fiber of my being screamed for me to run as fast as I could, but logically, I knew that it would catch me It wanted me. Not Enzo

“Stay here,” Enzo murmured to me, stepping forward and approaching the werewolf

I hesitated for a moment, but I knew I couldn’t just stand there and watch him fight alone My eyes darted around, looking for some sort of

weapon; a sharp stick, a large rock, anything.

Then, I watched in awe as Enzo shifted into his wolf form. It happened so quickly, nothing like the movies; instead of twisting limbs and crunching bones, he went from human to snarling wolf in the blink of an eye.

It was just like my dream. Enzo became a huge, silver wolf with red eyes, even bigger than the black world. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the two werewolves circle each other, growling and snarling.

The black werewolf lunged at Enzo, but he was too quick. Enzo dodged and countered with a swipe of his massive paw. The black werewolf howled in pain as blood dripped from its shoulder.

raced. There was nothing I could do except

all-too-familiar click and saw a camera flash out of the corner

been here? It didn’t matter, she had evidence of

continued to fight, I took off in the direction of the camera flash. My breath became ragged as I raced through the forest, willing my legs to push me faster Almost as if instinct took over, I found myself running faster than ever, deftly leaping over rocks

claws scraping against the ground as they continued to fight. I could hear Enzo’s fierce growls and the black werewolf’s desperate snarls. On top of that, I heard the sound of the stalker running

the back of her head. She wore a black hoodie and a hat, which

to hurt

sound of my voice, but

ravine and the sound of bones crunching filled my ears, I wished she had stopped. I

bent at

She was dead.

chasing her with such wild

no, no!” I whimpered, sliding down the side of the ravine and tumbling to my knees next to her. I checked for a pulse, praying with what little hope I had left that she wasn’t dead, that

it was

and a

streamed down my cheeks. I never meant for this. I just wanted to stop her. I just wanted to take her camera away; not her

caught my eye as it

just as I expected as I clicked through the camera roll, it was full

even — — younger than me, and had probably started this whole thing

snarling in the forest above returned my attention to the fight. Cursing once more, I slipped the camera strap around my neck and