My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 387

Nina

The last thing I remembered was standing in the gardens out behind my father’s house. The party raged on behind me; I could still hear the sounds of the music and the lively chatter of the guests.

But I was alone where I stood

Or maybe… Maybe I wasn’t alone.

I could see it up ahead-the shadow entity. It was standing just in front of the line of trees that led to the forest, and it was looking at me. I felt frozen to my spot, unable to move, like some sort of unwilling spectator.

And the shadow entity was beckoning to me.

I didn’t know why, but I followed. The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the stone pathway, and I walked off into the night like a wraith. The shadow entity always stayed just out of reach, but it never disappeared from sight; it was as if it was waiting for me.

I wasn’t sure how long I followed it for, or why. I felt as if I was in a trance. The woods muffled the distant sounds of the party, but in my state, I didn’t care how far I went or what risks I took.

When I finally came to my senses, I found myself standing in the quiet solitude of the forest.

“Hello?” I called out, whirling around in the darkness. “Anyone?”

Of course, there was no answer. The shadow entity that had led me here was gone now, and it was just me, standing in the middle of the woods, utterly confused and struggling to wrap my foggy brain around how I had even wound up here.

But I knew this place.

I was standing right next to Selena’s grave. I took a shaking step backwards as I peered down at her headstone, the moon casting eerie shadows on the scene from above.

It felt so much unlike the beautiful scene from the other day; instead of dappled sunlight and colorful wildflowers, everything was dark and terrifying. Every shadow seemed to move of its own accord, and even with my heightened sight as a werewolf, a mist had settled on the ground that made it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of me.

Then, a sensation washed over me-a presence that felt both familiar and foreign. For a brief moment, amid the overwhelming dread, I heard a voice, a voice that sounded….

An awful lot like my sister Selena.

I knew it couldn’t be true; she couldn’t be here..

She was dead. And yet, somehow, I could feel her presence. The twin bond was strong, even in death. I could feel here, as if she was standing right behind me.

And I knew that she was here to help.

In my mind, I called out her name with desperation.