My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 0357 Nina With one last teary-eyed look at my friends, Enzo took my hand and we stepped through the portal together.

When we came out on the other side, we were in a different place than before. I still hadn’t perfected my portal skills, and so I had no way of knowing where exactly a portal that I made would open to. This time, we weren't even in the forest.

In fact, as I looked around with confusion, I saw that we seemed to be on the outskirts of a town.

“Where are we?” I asked, glancing around at our surroundings with my

eyebrows scrunched together. “This isn’t the forest.” Enzo looked around as well. “I know this town,” he said. “But... It’s several hours away from the Alpha King’s mansion. Even longer on foot.” I felt anger begin to bubble up inside of me, and I cursed annoyedly. This was supposed to be simple. I was supposed to get as close to the Alpha King's mansion as possible so I could get all of this over with quickly, but now we were stranded far away from the mansion with no vehicle. The town was small, too, and appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. In fact, the town was hardly even a town at all; it was more of a roadside pit stop than anything. All I could see was a gas station, a general store, a bar, and a few houses. Mountainview was tiny,

but this place made it look huge.

“It’s alright,” Enzo said, although I { wondered if he truly meant that or if he was just trying to make me feel better.

“Let’s go and ask around. Maybe we can find a ride.” I didn’t think that anyone from such a small town would be so willing to give two strangers a ride to the Alpha King’s mansion, but it was too late.

Enzo was already pulling me toward the gas station.

As we approached the main road of the tiny little town, it felt like a scene out of one of those old western movies; only this town was located in the middle of a pine forest, and not the middle of the desert. The energy was the same, however. It was so quiet that I could have heard a pin drop, and

there were no cars or other people. If it weren't for the old man who was standing and looking at us through the window of his house with a sullen expression on his face, I would have thought that no one even lived here. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The way that the old man looked at us through the window made me uneasy.

“Enzo, we don’t know if these people are welcoming to strangers,” I said nervously as he pulled me across the road. “They might have guns.” “They’re all werewolves,” Enzo replied matter-of-factly. “They don’t need guns.” [ knew that Enzo was trying to make me feel better, but it actually only made me feel worse. Before, I was

worried about getting blasted off the face of the planet by a shotgun, and now I was just worried about getting ripped to shreds by an angry werewolf in its wolf form.

At least I had Enzo with me.

We crossed the street and walked up to the small gas station. It had a flickering neon sign in the window that faded in and out, and much to my surprise, the sign indicated that the gas station was open twenty-four hours a day. For a town this size, I expected the gas station to be open one day a week.

When we stepped inside, I was immediately accosted by the smell of booze and cigarettes. It was an unexpected smell for the inside of a gas station, and I had to resist the urge to

pull my shirt up over my nose. There was an attendant behind the counter — amiddle-aged woman with a_ ponytail and too many wrinkles, probably from all of the smoking — who just stared at us warily as we entered. Enzo, clearly not wanting to raise any alarms, led me over to one of the coolers. He grabbed two bottles of water, several bags of various snacks, and handed everything to me while he then filled two cardboard cups with coffee. We then walked up to the attendant and dropped everything down on the enamel-coated counter.