My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 83

Nina

“It’s been watching us,” Enzo said once we were a ways down the road, finally out of harm’s way of the shifter. “I think it’s a Crescent. A spy, maybe.”

I shuddered and turned back around in my seat to face the front, my eyes wide as the image of the brown wolf was burned into my mind. The wolf had looked oddly familiar as it stood motionless in front of the pickup truck for what felt like an eternity, frozen in time. It was as if it was looking for us, watching us, waiting for the right moment, and I was grateful for Enzo’s quick thinking. I certainly recognized it as the wolf that had been staring at me from the woods the day before when I stood on the balcony at the lodge, but it was deeper than that. It felt more familiar to me than just a single shifter sighting in the woods -- as if I had known this world for months; years, even.

Aside from the image of the wolf’s yellow eyes and brown fur, something else was burned into my psyche, too… Not an image this time, but a smell.

“Did you smell that?” I said, scrunching up my nose at the distinct, strange odor. “Maybe it was just from hitting the brakes so hard. I don’t know…”

Enzo continued to drive down the road, but seemed to be keeping one eye on me at all times. When I looked over at him in the dim light of the surrounding sunset, concern was written across his face.

“What did it smell like?” he asked.

I shook my head and looked down at my lap as I fiddled with the hem of my red sweater. “I don’t know exactly. Nothing I’ve ever smelled.”

“It’s possible you were able to pick up the werewolf’s scent,” he replied. “Maybe you really are one of us, after all.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, thinking back to the photograph that had gone mysteriously missing after my mom came to visit. It made me wonder, again, if my mother knew something that she wasn’t letting on. Or, maybe it was just a coincidence that it disappeared on the same day. Maybe I just misplaced it. I thought, then, back to the photograph of the old Hockey club that Tiffany showed me before, how my mother had been a part of that, and how she had never even once mentioned to me that she had attended Mountainview University when she was my age.

Maybe my mother really was hiding a lot from me that I didn’t know about.

I fell silent as we continued to drive down the winding country road. The town started to come into view. Biting my lip, I finally tore my gaze away from the white line on the side of the road and said what had been burning in my mind all day.

“About last night…”