Nina “Are you working for Edward? Huh?” Enzo snarled. “What? N-No,” Justin said, squirming in Enzo’s tightening grip. Enzo had him pinned to the wall with a fistful of Justin’s shirt, and while he growled menacingly at Justin, onlookers began to murmur with worry and confusion. “Enzo,” I said, r
Jessica shrugged and shook her head apologetically. “I don’t know.” “I wanted to say that it could be someone from one of the opposing hockey teams,” Lori interjected, “but it just doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo on his werewolf identity, then why would they also risk exposing the fact t
Enzo “Just go, Nina,” I said. I felt my eyes begin to glow red, which I didn’t want her to see -- but it was already too late. “I can’t be doing this with you anymore.” The pained sound that came out of her mouth made me want to pull her in and hug her tightly, but I couldn’t. Keeping her close to
“It’s a gift,” my father replied. I could practically hear his smile through the phone. “From your fated mate. A little motivation to help you win that tournament. Smells like her, no?” I nodded, entranced by the smell of the soft scarf in my hands, before I remembered that my father couldn’t see m
Nina It was almost as if something possessed Enzo when he tried to kiss me in the locker room. At that very same time, I felt Cora’s presence inside of me. As I watched him walk away, I could feel her sadness permeate through me. “What was that?” I said out loud once I was alone. “I’m really sorr
“Huh?” James asked, his mouth full of burger. I felt myself blush. “Sorry,” I replied. “I’m just tired. I meant to say hello.” Neither James nor Enzo seemed convinced, but regardless, Enzo sat down next to James. James glanced up for a moment; there was a flash of something behind his eyes that I
Nina Enzo drove me home that night. As I got off of his motorcycle, I wanted so badly to stay with him. We could drive away on his motorcycle together and never return to this place, but at the same time, I knew that he was right about our relationship. If he truly had a fated mate, it wasn’t my pl
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the red scarf clutched tightly in his hand. He paused for a moment and took in a sharp breath, clutching the scarf even tighter. It was a delicate scarf that was meant for a woman, not a man. There were little designs stitched into it. “Uh, it’s nothing,” he sai