Todos los capítulos de Faking It With The Hockey Alpha: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LEAH's POV.The wind crashed in my face as I stepped on the front porch, I closed the door behind me before heaving a deep breath. My heart was racing in my chest and my eyes were filled with tears.I was really looking forward to meeting Hardin's family and I wanted this dinner to go perfectly but it was quite the opposite. From Veronica showing up, to his parents not liking me and then Julia telling everyone Ethan and I were together.I caught the looks on their faces, his father especially. As if he didn't already drive a cold chill down my spine when he spoke. I clung to the railings, I just needed to get out of here. But then the door opened and I looked back, expecting it to be Hardin but it was his mother instead.She flashed a brief smile before coming to a halt right next to me. The wind swayed her brunette hair and the first thing I noticed when I walked in was that Hardin got most of his features from her rather than his Dad. From the color of his hair to the shape of his

HAZEL's POV.I was ten when I first had my suspicions that my family was different. One day, I was hiding out in the garage searching for my bike when I heard their voices. My parents.I hid behind the car and followed them with my eyes. My Dad was still in his police uniform and my Mum was in a leather outfit with thigh-high boots. "She's getting older," My Dad raised his voice like they were arguing. "She deserves to know the truth." He added. "She's a child. There's no way you're getting her involved this early." My mother snapped back. Were they talking about me? I clung to the sides of the car as quietly as I could. What could they possibly be talking about?I was young but still, the questions plagued my mind. "Look at Harold's son, he already takes him out to the fields with him and they're the same age...you're the reason Hazel's so spoilt." He pulled out a briefcase and jerked a gun before placing it inside. I gasped softly because this wasn't an ordinary police gun.It wa

LEAH's POV.The moment I got home, I walked straight into my room. There was only one thing in my mind and every time I closed my eyes, the symbol was all I saw. Hazel said it was some sort of family heirloom that connected her family to hunters but it was also a tattoo I had seen on Hardin. At that time, I assumed it was nothing more.I closed my door behind me before climbing the closet where I'd hidden my mother's ancient book. I flipped through the pages and when I finally found what I was looking for, I sat down on my bed."Bingo." I muttered. My eyes fell on the same symbol and my hands smoothed over the picture. Underneath it was a handwritten note I assumed belonged to my mother. It said: "The Mark of the Moon Hunters. They do not hunt wolves for sport. They hunt to erase them."I kept reading. On the next page were crude illustrations of hunters trapping wolves with silver chains and another was filled with descriptions of all the gruesome ways werewolves were killed. Silv

LEAH's POV. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, spreading slowly across my temples as if someone had driven a nail into the back of my head. I groaned, trying to move before realizing that I was stuck. A groan escaped my lips as my eyes opened to the dark room. The air smelled of damp wood and smoke. Like old timber that had been left to rot in the soil for years.I drew my eyes to the one window above my head, from which moonlight filtered through the cracks—the only source of light in the pitch-black room. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the ceiling and a stone fireplace sat cold in the far distance.I tried to remember how I got here but I couldn't. Not with the migraine that speared through my head. Then I tried to sit up again, this time, my wrists jerked painfully against coarse rope.My heart shuddered the moment I looked down at my hands tied tightly behind the back of a wooden chair. My ankles too. "No..." Panic hit me all at once as I twisted violently, the chair scrapin

HARDIN's POV.THREE YEARS BACK.The rink had been my safe place for as long as I could remember.Skiing across the ice with the hockey stick in my hand, the cold air burning through my lungs as I refused to take my eyes off the puck."Hardin! Left!" Marcus yelled."I've got it!" I said back to him. "You literally don't." He scoffed when the defenseman stole the puck clean off my stick. He buried his face in his hands when the coach blew his whistle. Luckily, it was just practice but Coach Terry didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes when I pulled towards the stands."West!" He called out to me. I exchanged a glance with Marcus as I chugged down a bottle of water. When I approached Coach, I tossed it to the sidelines."You've got talent, West." Coach usually said. "But talent means nothing if you keep trying to win games by yourself. You gotta work as a team." He said. "Yes, Coach." I cupped my chin. He stepped forward to tap the Ashwood Wolves logo stitched to my chest and I li