Nina “N-Nina…” The sound of Enzo’s voice, in that moment, was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. “I’m here, Enzo,” I whispered, keeping my hands on his torn up back as I continued to focus all of my energy on healing him. “I’m here.” “Nina… Stop…” I opened my eyes and looked over at Enz
Enzo I thought we were finally free at first when I watched Edward run away with his tail between his legs, but as I looked over at Nina and saw the puddle of blood growing around her, I knew that the real fight had only just begun. She appeared to be in shock. When I picked her up, cursing under
As she did that, Nina’s eyes suddenly shot open, wide and frenzied. She began to thrash, screaming something about not wanting to take her medicine. I ran over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her down into the bed and bringing my face closer to hers so she could see me. “Nina!” I shouted.
Nina After Enzo picked me up off the floor, I felt my vision begin to flicker before everything went black. I opened my eyes a few moments later to find myself back in the forest clearing. Cora was no longer sitting across from me, but as I dug my fingers into the blanket of soft red fur surroundi
“I’ll play.” Enzo’s voice was firm and sure, just like it always was. When I looked over at him, he was staring right at me from across the fire pit. My heart started racing, even though this was a memory -- I had already lived it. “Yay!” Jessica said, clapping her hands. “Nina, you’re playing, ri
Nina The infirmary was dimly lit and quiet when I woke up. It took a few long moments for my eyes to adjust before I finally realized where I was and what had happened. My mind felt foggy, although not nearly as foggy as it did when Edward gave me my medicine. “Nina,” Enzo said softly, squeezing m
Tiffany nodded. “So, while the Crescents and the Fullmoons were fighting and killing each other, the seven of us got to know each other as we bonded over our love for hockey. Some of us began to realize that the war was pointless, and so the hockey club eventually turned into a safe haven for young
Nina Just as Tiffany suspected, my wounds were indeed almost fully healed. “You’ll likely have some scars on your belly from those gashes,” she said as she carefully removed the stitches from the already healed flesh, “but other than that… I think you’re okay.” I nodded, feeling both grateful for