Chapter 123 Beauty and the Alpha
Enzo and I spun on the ice andughed together until we became so dizzy that we spun out of control
and fell down. This only made usugh harder, and as I regained myposure, I pushed myself up
onto my palms and couldn’t help but smile down at Enzo.
He smiled back up at me as well. For a split second, everything felt okay, and it felt as though both of
us temporarily forgot about his mate.
But that split second quickly ended. Our smiles faded. Enzo cleared his throat, then helped me stand
up and ced me back on the carpet outside the rink.
“Thank you,” he said, averting his gaze to the ice. “I feel a lot better now.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “Any time,” I replied. “I’ll be here to help as much as I
can until you get your abilities back.”
…
The following night, it was time for the next game in the tournament. It was a frigid Saturday night, and
was even forecasted to snow a little. Lori and Jessica were waiting for me when I emerged, and we
walked to the arena together.
“Have you thought about what we suggested?” Lori asked, her breathing out in little white clouds
in the cold air as we walked.
I shrugged. “A little, I guess. I just don’t know if I can go down there.”
“What about Tiffany or someone else?” Jessica chimed in. “You said there’s an entrance to the tunnels
in her supply closet?”
I nodded, but then shook my head in disagreement. “I don’t wanna make her go down there. It’s
horrible down there… I don’t want anyone to go without reason.”
“I think that finding evidence of Edward’s crimes is reason enough,” Lori said sternly.
She was right: it was important to gather enough evidence to turn Edward in. But, at the same time,
there were two other things stopping me. For starters, Edward probably took off through one of those
portals, and the police would never find him anyway — even if they did find him, I highly doubted they
could keep him locked up for long before he would find a way to escape. Second, while I trusted
Tiffany, she did have an extensive history with Edward. I knew that she would never do anything to help
him, but at the same time, I couldn’t be entirely sure that she would be willing to turn her old friend and
someone she loved dearly in to the police despite his crimes. There was a good chance that she would
try to protect him to some extent if I asked her to gather the evidence.
I didn’t have the energy to exin all of this to my friends, so I just nodded as the hockey arena came
into view. “I’ll think more about it,” I said.
As we arrived, there were more protesters standing outside.
“Jeez,” Jessica said, shivering and rubbing her hands together. “They’re dedicated, doing this out here
in the cold.”
I shrugged, keeping my head down and ignoring the snidements from the protesters as we
passed. All I could do at this point was ignore them and do my best not to give them more cause to
hate werewolves.
The rink was a fair bit warmer than it was outside when we entered, but still cold. I said goodbye and
parted ways with my friends to go stand at my post. Tiffany had been too busy in the infirmarytely
with the cold and flu season upon us to join me at any of the games recently, but had entrusted the job
to me. By this point, I knew what I was doing quite well — plus, I apparently had a healing ability now.
For a few more minutes, the thin crowd slowly finished flooding in. There were more students now than
at thest game, although as I looked up at the stands, I could see that some of this increase in traffic
was actually just more protestersing in to hold up big anti-werewolf banners for the duration of the
game. The red-haired girl was at the forefront of the group. She saw me looking and shot me a smirk
and a little wave. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
Finally, the announcer began to call out our team one by one, ending with Enzoing out at the back
of the line. When he came out, the red-haired girl and her posse began to boo loudly, pumping their
banner in the air.
But then, something interesting happened. The rest of the team lined up next to Enzo in the center of
the rink. The crowd started to quiet down aside from the protesters’ booing. I watched as the team
slowly began to join hands, then raised their hands into the air silently.
A small gasp escaped my lips as I watched. They stayed like that for some time, just silently showing
their solidarity with Enzo at the center of the line. They stared quietly at the protesters until the
protesters finally got escorted out by security.
The rest of the crowd cheered once they were all gone. I couldn’t help but smile, and as I looked back
at the team, I met Enzo’s eyes from across the ice.
Once again, peace won over hatred.
Next, the announcer called out the other team. I watched, biting my fingernails, as the other team filed
out onto the ice and got into position. The captain also came outst, and as I saw him, my heart
dropped.
He was massive. Enzo was tall and muscr, but this guy was somehow even bigger and broader. He
skated out to his position like a human tank, his cold eyes fixed on Enzo as though Enzo was nothing
but a piece of meat sitting on a silver tter.
I expected Enzo to look shocked or ufortable, but much to my surprise, he wasn’t.
He was smirking.
The game began. The other captain held back, letting his team do most of the work, but Enzo and Matt
were fast. They flicked the puck expertly back and forth between the two of them, almost mockingly,
and scored goal after goal.
“Matt’s gotten really good,” a familiar voice suddenly said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to
see Justin approaching with his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah,” I said, looking back out at the game. “I don’t know what happened. I mean, he was good
before, but…”
“So Enzo won’t let me on the team for drinking the Mad Wolf serum, but he’s letting Matt stay when
he’s clearly taken it now?”
I frowned, furrowing my brow at Justin’s sudden choice of words.
“I don’t think–” I began, but my voice faltered as I watched Matt dodge another yer like a sh of
lightning and score a goal.
“I’m just saying,” Justin said with a shrug. “Seems suspicious. Maybe I’m wrong, though.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, the buzzer signified the end of the first round and
Justin walked away.
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The second round went much like the first. The other captain held back, only participating asionally,
while Matt and Enzo breezed through and scored goal after goal. I began to get a little suspicious as I
watched the other captain. Why wasn’t he ying? Could he even y hockey at all, or was this just
another talentless werewolf who relied solely on the fact that he was a werewolf to win the game?
Then, the third round came. It went the same — until thest minute.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the other captain sprung into action. He seemed to have his sights set for
Enzo, and not the puck. I watched in horror as he roared, then skated toward Enzo like a sh. He
collided with Enzo and sent him sliding across the ice.
The referee blew his whistle and stopped the game. I held my breath as I watched Enzo; thankfully, he
got up. The crowd all seemed to sigh in relief. The other captain continued to snarl at Enzo, but the
referee stayed between them. The referee then turned to the announcer and made a signal with his
hands.
“Disqualified!” The announcer eximed. “It looks like that move just cost the opposing team the game.
Not that they were gonna win, anyway…” The crowdughed mockingly as the other team angrily
skated off the ice, but I wasn’tughing as I watched Enzo and the rest of our team skate toward me.
Once he was off the ice, I could see now that he had blood trickling down his forehead.
I rushed up to him and grabbed him, yanking him away from the crowd and into the locker rooms.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I flung the door open and shoved him inside, closing it firmly behind
us. I simply shook my head and pointed to the bench for him to sit, which he did.
“That captain wasn’t here to win the game,” I said, tugging off his helmet to reveal a nasty cut on his
forehead. “He was here to hurt you.”
Enzo didn’t answer. I crouched down, then pressed my fingers into his wound to start healing him.
“Ow!” he eximed, pushing my hand away. I only frowned and went to put my hands on his face
again, but before I could…
He kissed me