My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 52

Nina

Somehow, I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours that night. Those few hours of sleep were fraught with nightmares, but at least I slept. When I woke up the next morning, I knew what I needed to do.

I couldn’t mention any of this to Enzo or Luke, because I knew that I wouldn’t get a truthful response. All of the clues were pointing to them; they had done something horrible to that man who drugged me.

Even though that man was a terrible person who only wanted to hurt me that night, it didn’t mean that I wanted anyone to be killed!

It was around eight o’clock in the morning when I climbed out of bed and started packing. I would need a change of warm clothes, granola bars, a flashlight, a sleeping bag… Anything that would be useful for camping.

I was going to go camping in the forest outside of Newburgh and investigate this murder myself.

But I couldn’t go alone. Not only would it be dangerous, but it would also be too suspicious if I just took off to go camping by myself over the weekend in the exact place that Enzo and Luke had likely killed the businessman from the club.

I had to convince Lori and Jessica to go with me.

When I walked out into the living room dressed in a flannel, sweater, jeans, and hiking boots with my backpack slung over my shoulder and my sleeping bag in my hand, Jessica and Lori both gave me a puzzled look.

“Uh… want a waffle, Wilderwoman?” Lori said, holding up a plate of waffles that actually looked tantalizing.

“Sure,” I said, dropping my stuff on the floor and walking over to the kitchen. I took a waffle and smothered it in butter and syrup while my friends ate in silence, still staring at me.

“You going camping or something?” Jessica asked.

“I was planning on it,” I replied, trying my best to sound nonchalant. “You guys should come.”

Lori and Jessica looked at each other, then at me.

“Like… right now?” Lori said with a mouthful of waffles.

I nodded as I cut into my waffle. “I mean, you guys can take your time getting ready. There’s no major rush. I just wanna get out there today.”

“What made you wanna go camping all of a sudden?” Jessica asked. “You never struck me as such an outdoorsy type.”

“Actually, my parents took me camping all the time growing up,” I replied, which was true. Many of my childhood summers had been spent visiting national parks, exploring the wilderness, and getting bitten by mosquitoes. I actually really enjoyed being out in nature, but eventually my dad started having heart problems and couldn’t risk being out in the middle of nowhere for days on end with no hospital in sight, so we stopped going. Then I started college as a premed student and never found the time for it, anyway. I was glad that I kept my camping supplies, though.

Jessica and Lori looked at each other again, then shrugged.

“I’ll bring the weed,” Lori said.

“I suppose I could use some fresh air,” Jessica added.

Knowing that Jessica and Lori would be so willing to come with me made me happy and nervous at the same time. Assuming that Enzo and Luke were the ones to kill the businessman from the club, I knew it would be safe for me and my friends. They wouldn’t hurt me or the people who were close to me. But if it wasn’t Enzo and Luke who killed the man, and just happened to be a different werewolf, then…

I would be putting my friends in grave danger.

I thought back to before I met K, when I was doing research on werewolves. It may have just been an old wives’ tale, but the general consensus that I found on cryptozoology forums -- even those that were mostly frequented by casual lovers of the genre and not die-hard believers -- seemed to be that silver bullets were the best option for killing a werewolf.

“Lori, can I borrow your car while you guys get ready?” I asked, shoving the last bite of waffle in my mouth. “I just wanna run out and grab a couple supplies.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Lori said, pointing to the key hook by the door. “My keys are over there.”

“Thanks.” I quickly washed my plate in the sink and grabbed Lori’s keys, leaving my friends still somewhat confused.

I took Lori’s car and made a beeline for the gun shop just outside of town. It wasn’t the most reputable place, but that was exactly what I needed; I didn’t have any permits to carry a gun, I didn’t have a lot of money, and I didn’t need someone to question why I wanted a shotgun and silver bullets on a Friday morning.

The bell on the shop door jingled when I entered. It was dark inside, and while my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, I heard the gruff voice of an older woman who sounded like she’d been smoking cigarettes for fifty years call out to me.