My Hockey Alpha



Nina

Enzo and I walked for a long time after that. Frank said that it would only be an hour by foot, but it felt much longer. Maybe it was just my own perception of time getting the best of me; after all, as the sky began to darken it started to feel more ominous in the misty woods, and so every second felt like an eternity.

However, at least I had Enzo. And, we didn't run into any danger while we walked. In fact, it was quiet and peaceful, and we even began to talk a bit. We had a good amount to catch up on.

"So... You and Justin," Enzo began, sounding a bit somber. I knew where this was going.

"That was never going to happen," I Interrupted. I stopped on the road and turned to face Enzo, still holding his hand firmly. "He tried to take advantage of my loneliness, but I didn't let him."

"Good." Enzo's face darkened a bit. I hadn't seen or heard from Justin since the dance, and I wanted to keep it that way. Justin was back on the hockey team, though, and it made me wonder if Enzo would kick him off again when or if he eventually returned. I couldn't decide if I wanted Enzo to kick him off or not. On one hand, I was hurt by how Justin treated me. On the other hand, I didn't know if I necessarily wanted him to get kicked off of the team.

However, none of that mattered. After everything that had happened, all of that stuff felt like petty drama. All of the times that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be friends or lovers with Enzo, all of the arguments and threats from Lisa... None of it even felt real anymore.

Enzo opened his mouth then to say something, but before he could I suddenly felt my heart begin to beat faster. I whipped my head around to either side, looking up and down the road frantically.

"Nina?" Enzo asked, furrowing his brow. "Are you oka-"

"Shh."

I couldn't explain it, but something had caught my attention. It was like a sixth sense. It was like pure instinct had kicked it, and somehow...Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Something's coming," I whispered. Before Enzo could even process what I said, I suddenly grabbed his hand even more tightly and bolted off of the road with him in tow. I jumped down into the ditch, then quickly scrambled up the other side and ran into the woods before diving behind a large fallen tree. Enzo followed suit, but he looked obviously confused the entire time. The thing was, though, I couldn't even explain it to him. I couldn't smell or hear anything: I just sensed that someone or something - was coming.

And, a few seconds later, Enzo's eyes widened. He sniffed the air for a moment, his eyes beginning to glow red. Crouching beside him, I dug my fingers into the soil and slowly peered over the fallen tree.

They came into view.

Rogues.

There must have been at least six or seven of them. It was a large pack, with an obvious leader that was the biggest of them all. I clamped my hand over my mouth and watched with wide eyes as they walked down the road, then stopped where we had just been standing.

The leader sniffed the ground for a long time. Enzo and I looked at each other, wondering if we should run or try to fight. Surely they smelled us... Surely they knew that we were here, and it would only be moments before they pounced on us. Enzo could shift if he needed to, but I was useless, and without the help of the antidote or my own wolf, I wasn't sure if we would stand a chance. Their leader was huge, almost Enzo's size; in fact, he didn't even look like a normal rogue.

There was something different about him. He wasn't a regular werewolf, but he wasn't entirely a rogue, either. He was too big and strong to be a rogue, and his glowing orange eyes were too smart and aware. Most rogues didn't seem to have nearly as much order and concentration as this wolf; but he looked smart and calculated.