Chapter 118 The Family Business


    That night, I returned to the arena for the hockey game. There were still protests happening outside,


    but there were fewer people now that campus security was standing around — and apparently, as Lori


    and Jessica exined to me on our way there, several students were arrested for throwing objects and


    starting fights. After the mini-riot, more students also realized that such negativity was toxic, and


    decided to join the pro-werewolf club. I was relieved to hear this.


    The hockey game that night was andslide victory on our part. Although the crowd on our side of the


    arena was much smaller than it normally was and our cheerleaders hadpletely boycotted the


    game, our team yed hard. Enzo used a lot of different tactics to outsmart the other hockey captain,


    and I began to wonder as I watched them if the other captain was even nearly as skilled in hockey as


    Enzo, or if he was only ced in that role because he was a Crescent werewolf. It made me think, as


    our team scored goal after goal, that there really was nothing special about werewolves in particr


    that could help them win this tournament over skilled hockey yers.


    I was also shocked to see that Enzo was not only performing incredibly well despite his recent injuries,


    but so was Matt. In fact…


    Matt’s performance was far above what it used to be, and his injured hand was perfectly fine now. It


    was almost superhuman.


    …


    The next morning, I went to ss after another uneasy night of sleep that was full of nightmares. I


    could practically feel the dark circles under my eyes as I walked to ss, and even the coffee I bought


    at the dining hall didn’t seem to be helping much.


    How much longer would these nightmaresst?


    I arrived at ss with Jessica, and vowed to focus solely on my sswork. I couldn’t let Enzo, Edward,


    anyone or anything else invade my thoughts anymore. Now, my grades were the only thing that I could


    focus on.


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    At the end of ss, however, the professor called me down to his desk.


    “I’ll catch up with you at the student center,” I said to Jessica before swallowing the knot in my throat


    and walking down to the professor’s desk.


    “Nina,” the professor said with a concerned look on his face, “I’ve noticed that your grades have been


    slipping, and you were out without any sort of excuse for almost all ofst week. This isn’t like you; is


    everything okay?”


    I gulped, thinking about the real reasons behind why I was gone for all that time. How could I possibly


    exin to my professor that I was missing from ss because I was being held hostage by the campus


    counselor for days on end and was brainwashed into believing that the entire past four years of my life


    were a fantasy?


    “Well?” the professor asked.


    “I was just dealing with some personal issues,” I said, which wasn’t entirely a lie. “I’m sorry. Is there any


    way I can make up for the work?”


    The professor sighed and folded his arms across his chest, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t normally


    do this, but I like you and I know that you’re a good student,” he said. “Tell you what: there’s a


    symposium next week. If you give a presentation, I’ll award you with some extra credit. But this is just a


    one time thing, okay?”


    I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, professor,” I said with a smile. “I promise I’ll do my best


    and I won’t let my grades slip again.”


    The professor nodded, then let me leave.


    After lunch with Jessica, I decided to head to the library to get started on my presentation. Much to my


    surprise, I spotted James crossing the quad from afar. I waved, then jogged up to him. I secretly just


    wanted to pry about the protest.


    “Hey, James,” I said with a smile as I approached. “Where are you headed?”


    James looked a little nervous as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Uh… Nowhere in particr,” he


    said. “What about you?”


    “I was just heading to the library,” I replied. Then, after biting my lip for a moment: “Did you hear what


    happened at the protest yesterday?” I asked. I waited to see his reaction, but all he did was shrug.


    “Yeah, I heard a bit about it,” he said, his eyes shifting from left to right and giving him an


    uncharacteristically suspicious appearance. “I guess lots of people aren’t thrilled about this whole


    werewolf thing.”


    Now, I was starting to get apprehensive about James’ behavior, so I decided to pry just a little bit more.


    “They sure are,” I replied. “Whoever leaked this information is probably feeling pretty bad about it right


    now.”


    James didn’t answer right away. He paused for a few moments, unblinking, then cleared his throat and


    opened his mouth to speak — but before anything came out, his eyes caught something behind me,


    and he closed his mouth again.


    I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Enzo standing beside me. His eyes were fixed


    unwaveringly on James. Was he about to have another outburst of jealousy, or was he suspicious of


    James as well?


    “Nina,” Enzo said suddenly, turning to look at me and breaking his gaze from James. “Do you have that


    jersey I gave you? I need it back.”


    I swallowed, then nodded and dug into my bag for it. “I was gonna find youter to give it back to you,” I


    said. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”


    “No problem.” Enzo paused, then turned back to face James. “Did you hear that some psycho at that


    protest hurled a rotten tomato at Nina?” Enzo asked. His voice was low, and almost usatory.


    “Whoever leaked this info should’ve thought about these consequences before doing it. Someone


    could get hurt from all of these protests.”


    James’ eyes widened momentarily. He cleared his throat again and shifted from one foot to the other.


    “Uh, yeah,” he said, moving to walk around Enzo and me. “They really should’ve. Um, anyway, I’ve


    gotta get to ss. I’ll see you guys around.”


    Before Enzo or I could say anything, James suddenly turned on his heel and stormed off. He moved so


    quickly, in fact, that a folded up piece of paper fluttered out of his pocket andnded on the sidewalk.


    “Wait, James–” I called, grabbing the paper, but he was already gone.


    I turned back to Enzo and gave him a confused look. “Was he being weird?” I asked.


    Enzo nodded, then looked down at the paper in my hands. “What is that?”


    I shrugged and turned it over in my hands, wondering if it would be appropriate to read it or not. I was


    curious, but it could be anything. It could be personal — it could be a love letter to Edward, for all I


    knew.


    Finally, my curiosity got the best of me, and I opened it. My eyes widened as I read what was on the


    page. Enzo, seeing this, snatched it out of my hands.


    “Dear James,” he read, ncing up at me briefly, “I’m so proud of you for what you did. The truth is


    important, and you did the right thing by taking my advice and making sure that people are aware of


    this sort of thing. I understand if you feel a little guilty, especially since you considered him to be


    somewhat of a friend — but rest assured that the world will be better off with another one of those


    monsters taken care of. Now, the next part will be even harder, but your mother and I believe in you.


    Once you get it over with, you’ll realize that it’s not so bad after all. Wee to the family business,


    son. Love, Dad.”


    Enzo stared unblinkingly at the page for several moments. I felt my chest start to burn with the


    realization of what was at hand. It felt too deliberate that the paper suddenly fell out of James’ pocket


    like that at just the right moment. It wasn’t intentional, was it? Like some kind of warning? Or was


    James really that frazzled from whatever was going on in his personal life that he genuinely was so


    careless to let it happen?


    Finally, Enzo crumpled the paper into his fist. “That little weasel,” he snarled, beginning to storm past


    me, but I jumped in front of him and ced my hand on his chest to stop him before he could do


    anything rash.


    “Enzo, think rationally about this,” I pleaded. “Please. Just take a step back and don’t do anything


    without really thinking about it first.”


    Enzo growled and tried to step past me again. Once again, I put myself in front of him, this time


    pressing my body against his to keep him from going. “Just breathe,” I begged. “No one needs to get


    hurt.”


    As I pressed my body against his, I saw his red eyes finally flicker down to me and soften a bit as he


    looked at me. His fury seemed to be cated for now…


    But as we stood too close together and the smell of his sweet, strong scent filled my senses, and as


    our breaths came out onto each other in little white clouds in the cold autumn air, I wasn’t sure what


    would happen next between us