My Hockey Alpha
His hood had slipped back, and his mask and sunglasses had come off to reveal no flesh, no eyes, nothing but a skull.
“It’s you?” I screamed, scrambling backwards. “Get away from me!”
The skeleton sighed and dropped his hand. “That thing will be back soon,” he said. “If you want to live, you need to come with me. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.”
“How do I know if I can trust you?” I responded, my voice shaking.
“Because,” the skeleton said, stepping toward me and grabbing my shoulders, hauling me up to my feet and leaning close. “Enzo sent me. I’m your bodyguard.”