#Chapter 77: The Half-Moon Tournament

Enzo

The very next afternoon following dropping Nina off at her dorm after the unceremonious dinner at my father’s house, my phone rang; it was my father Rolling my eyes, I picked it up.

“I just left,” I growled, still angry with him for everything he had said at dinner. “What do you want?”

“Hello to you, too,” he said in his usual condescending manner. “You need to come home.”

“Why?” I asked. “You gonna marry me off already?”

“Just Come home, Enzo,” my father said. He sounded almost as though he was holding himself back; as though someone else was there

I let out a sigh, nodding instinctively even though I knew he couldn’t see me “Alright,” I said. “I’ll be there soon”

I was sitting on my couch and

processing everything when he called me, so I reluctantly stood once I hung up and got dressed. A little while later, I stood outside my father’s house, my frown deepening as I saw an unfamiliar sports car in the driveway. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked through the front door.

“That must be him,” I heard my father’s voice say from the dining room as I entered. Furrowing my brow as I wondered who he was talking to and why they needed me here, I approached the dining room.

My eyes widened when I saw who was there

aside from my father, were three people the dean,

gestured

turned to me. “Enzo, you know Dean Cynthia and Ronan. This is Ronan’s father, Marcus. The Alpha of the

middle-aged man — around my father’s age with tanned skin, jet black

shook his hand. I felt my face get hot and

a hearty grin as Ronan continued to glare at me silently with an icy stare. “My son was acting out of line

momentarily as

say anything,” he said. “He

know that you’re working with some mystery lady to kidnap my friend?” I

like to keep it

an open chair next to my father and sat down. “Now that we’re all here,” he continued, clasping his hands on the table, “we

what official?” I asked, narrowing

Marcus said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. ” But we all know that it’s not the old ages anymore. We can’t just go killing each other with wild abandon, especially now that there are far more humans in

father nodded.

contention for over a hundred years. Since it’s right on the border between the werewolf realm and the human realm, having roots there would put one at a great advantage ” He paused, clearing his throat. “Our grandfathers fought tooth and nail to decide who could lay claim over the town, but we believe so much bloodshed is unnecessary… which is why I proposed a tournament. A

across from me with his eyes fixed on mine “A hockey tournament to decide

things this way, don’t you think?” he said. “Not only will it not raise any

A hockey tournament to decide the fate of the town? I stammered to come up with a response, but before I could, the dean – who had been silent up

founder, it’s my

though I was at some sort of insane business meeting between a bunch of CEOS, not

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