My Hockey Alpha
“Not your friends. So I don’t know.”
I watched her for a moment, my mind racing. Daphne, a spy sent by my father, knew more than she was letting on. And as she turned again and prepared to shift back into her bird form for the third time, I realized that I couldn’t let her go just yet.
“Wait, Daphne!” I called out just as she was about to take off. She paused, turning once more to look at me curiously. Annoyance flashed across her face, but there was something else there, too.