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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 236

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 236: The Search for the Dark Princess

Nina

With one last teary-eyed look at my friends, Enzo took my hand and we stepped through the portal together.

When we came out on the other side, we were in a different place than before. I still hadn’t perfected my portal skills, and so I had no way of knowing where exactly a portal that I made would open to. This time, we weren’t even in the forest.

In fact, as I looked around with confusion, I saw that we seemed to be on the outskirts of a town.

“Where are we?” I asked, glancing around at our surroundings with my eyebrows scrunched together. “This isn’t the forest.”

Enzo looked around as well. “I know this town,” he said. “But… It’s several hours away from the Alpha King’s mansion. Even longer on foot.”

I felt anger begin to bubble up inside of me, and I cursed annoyedly. This was supposed to be simple. I was supposed to get as close to the Alpha King’s mansion as possible so I could get all of this over with quickly, but now we were stranded far away from the mansion with no vehicle. The town was small, too, and appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. In fact, the town was hardly even a town at all; it was more of a roadside pit stop than anything. All I could see was a gas station, a general store, a bar, and a few houses. Mountainview was tiny, but this place made it look huge.

“It’s alright,” Enzo said, although I wondered if he truly meant that or if he was just trying to make me feel better. “Let’s go and ask around. Maybe we can find a ride.”

ride to the Alpha King’s mansion, but it was too late. Enzo was already pulling me

out of one of those old western movies; only this town was located in the middle of a pine forest, and not the middle of the desert. The energy was the same, however. It was so quiet that I could have heard a pin drop, and there were no cars or other people. If it weren’t for the old man who was standing and looking at us through the window of his house with a sullen expression on his face, I would have

way that the old man looked at us through

these people are welcoming to strangers,” I said nervously as he pulled

replied matter-of-factly. “They don’t

made me feel worse. Before, I was worried about getting blasted off the face of the planet by a shotgun, and now I was just worried about getting ripped to shreds by an angry

least I had

in and out, and much to my surprise, the sign indicated that the gas station was open twenty-four hours a day. For a

to resist the urge to pull my shirt up over my nose. There was an attendant behind the counter — a middle-aged woman with a ponytail and too many wrinkles, probably from all of the smoking — who just stared at us warily

from her. It was so strong now that it almost made me gag, and

her voice hoarse and gravelly. Enzo handed her a twenty dollar

beneath the counter and began shoving our things

to look at Enzo. She let out a sharp snort. “Ain’t no buses out

place to rent a

up and down, chewing a bit of tobacco in her mouth, and made another face. “Where are

said, somewhat sternly, “we really need a ride. We’ll pay for gas and for their time.