My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0797

Ronan nodded, a flicker of relief passing over his features. "I appreciate you keeping your word."

"We're the Peacekeepers," I said, my voice hardening. "We don't make false promises."

Ronan's lips quirked upwards into a humorless smile. "Fair enough." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then."

A beat of silence stretched between us, charged with a thousand unspoken words and lingering tensions. Finally, I stepped forward, fixing Ronan with an unwavering stare.

"If you ever come near me or my family again, I won't hesitate to use the antidote on you," I warned, my voice low and steady. "And then, once you're human and powerless, we'll dump you right on the Schreibers' doorstep."

"And we won't get involved with whatever it is they plan to do to you," Enzo added.

Ronan held our gazes, his expression unreadable. Then, after a moment, he inclined his head in a subtle nod." Gotcha"noveldrama

With that, Enzo reached into his pocket and withdrew a thick envelope, holding it out to Ronan. "Here. Enough cash to get you started, and directions to a safehouse in the werewolf realm. It's the best we can do for now."

Ronan accepted the envelope, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes, but it was gone before I could be sure.

Without another word, he turned and began making his way back down the dirt path, his footsteps crunching softly in the undergrowth. Luke followed him so that he could open a portal in a more secluded place, and soon they had disappeared around the bend.

An eerie silence descended upon us in the wake of their departure. Enzo and I stared after them for a few moments before he spoke.

"You think he'll stay out of trouble?" Enzo murmured, turning to look at me.

I exhaled slowly, my mind whirling. "If he comes back, if he so much as breathes a word about us or our involvement, he's as good as dead," I whispered. "And if there's one thing I know about Ronan, it's that he values his own skin above all else."

With that, I turned towards the warehouse, steeling my resolve. Now, we would wait.

Hours passed. Night had fallen, cloaking the forest in inky darkness, and we knew our best chance of investigating undetected was now.

"Let's go," Enzo said, shifting into his wolf form. I followed suit, and soon, I had shifted as well; my senses sharpened, my footsteps growing quieter and more agile in case I needed to bolt at a moment's notice.

Slowly, we moved silently through the underbrush, our paws making virtually no sound on the soft forest floor. We had to get closer, to see if we could spot anything.

But as we neared the warehouse, I caught the faint whiff of something distinctly canine on the night breeze-the unmistakable scent of another wolf.

Slinking closer, we crouched in the bushes close to the warehouse, our eyes trained on the door. For what felt like an eternity, nothing happened. Then, at last, the crunch of tires on gravel reached our ears, and a large truck rumbled into view, pulling up to the warehouse's loading bay.

A hooded figure emerged from the driver's side, their face obscured in shadow. They made their way around to the back of the truck, unlatching the doors and hauling out a massive wolf. It crouched dazedly in the back, with a large, heavy chain around its neck.

"Come on, beast," the driver barked, yanking on the chains harshly. The wolf complied, almost stupidly, and it was then that I saw the blood and foam dripping out of its mouth. Was it drugged?

The hooded figure began tugging the wolf along behind him. The wolf followed complacently, only stopping for the briefest of moments. I felt my heart stop in my chest as the wolf's nostrils flared, and its scraggly head slowly swiveled toward us. Its eyes grew fixed on us in the bushes, its pupils dilating.

But the only emotion it conveyed was simple, primal, painful just to look at: fear.

Then, the hooded figure yanked the chains again, cursed out loud, and dragged the wolf into the warehouse.