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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 127

Midnight at the Airport

Nina

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll go with you.”

My mom let out a relieved sigh. Without a word, she rushed over to me and pulled me into a tight hug. I felt myself tense under her touch for a moment before I relaxed and wrapped my arms around her. For a long time, we held each other, crying, and eventually I heard the sound of my brother quietly walking down the stairs.

When I turned around, he was standing in the doorway with his suitcase in one hand and mine in the other.

“You knew all along?” I asked as we waited for my mom to finish packing up some sentimental items and valuables around the house to bring with us.

He nodded, then paused and furrowed his brow. “Yes. Well, sort of. I found out a couple of years ago when mom had a witch come and try to break the curse. I thought she was crazy for a long time, though. Now, I realize that she was telling the truth.”

I nodded, staring at the floor with wide eyes as a million things raced through my mind. “I’ve learned a lot these past few months,” I said. “If you had asked me at the beginning of the semester if I thought werewolves were real, I would’ve laughed in your face and called you a maniac. Now…”

My voice trailed off as I looked up to see my mother standing by the door. Her face was twisted into a look of sadness, and as she gripped her suitcase in her hand, her knuckles were white. “Come on,” she said, opening the door. “We have to go quickly.”

I nodded solemnly and took my suitcase from Taylor. Then, we said goodbye to our childhood home and left.

…

As our mother drove us to the airport, the reality of the situation hadn’t fully hit me yet and I had a million questions. Thankfully, my mom was finally honest and open about everything, and I was able to get some answers.

“So… You knew Richard in college?” I asked. “And Tiffany, and all of the others? Even… Edward?”

My mother smiled a bit at the mention of Tiffany’s name, but her smile quickly faded as I mentioned Richard and Edward.

tightly as she drove. “The Peacekeepers. How did you

I replied. “She misses you,

her, too,” my mom said with a soft sigh. “But it’s been too long. I’m afraid I’m not the same person

car in an amber glow. With each flash of light, mine

My mother didn’t answer.

we pulled out onto

said, “what are you gonna do with the house?

it,” she replied. “We won’t be coming back.

eyes widened. “You told me it would

through her clenched throat. “I’m sorry. But I had to do what was best for my children. Richard will stop at nothing

I said. “He can’t

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a grave mistake by leaving with them — permanently. But then again, what could I do? If Enzo’s father really was as ruthless as he seemed, then I didn’t want to put my brother and my mom at risk anymore. Was I really about to say goodbye to everything and everyone I had come to know and love over the past four years? My friends, my job, my career, the campus, Tiffany, Enzo…

long-term parking lot and got out of the car. We had left

My hands shook as I closed the car door and retrieved my suitcase from the trunk, and every step we took toward the airport

out of the window? As I stood behind my mother and listened to her arguing with the receptionist while she

tickets. She gave us the new tickets and pointed us toward security, where we went through the motions of removing our shoes and electronics

as though I was walking through a thick mud, and with every step, I sank

attendant, who

I felt my

floated to me across the air. It was

I was

stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder one

called. “What

face her and took one more step, but the mud was too thick now. I couldn’t go with her. Enzo’s scent was like a lifeline pulling me to safety, pulling me home. I felt tears begin to stream

“Mom… I can’t.”

will be leaving in five minutes,” the attendant said. “If you’re not going to get on, I have to ask

eyes were wide and frantic. She rushed toward me and grabbed me by my shoulders, her face pleading. “What are you