Xavier's POV
Down the hall, the Silver Moon Pack was likely still celebrating their easy victory, but inside the Black Shadow quarters, no one looked remotely defeated.
Until the heavy metal door flew open with enough force to bang against the concrete wall. "A pathetic, absolute joke!" Coach barked, slamming a thick stack of playbooks onto the wooden bench in the center of the room.
But then, like me, we all assumed it was a show for the champion team to overhear and continue changing.
Peters paced the floor, his face flushed a deep, furious crimson, but his voice lowered a little. "You guys need to enroll in drama class, because that was the most unconvincing loss I've ever seen in my thirty years on the ice!"
A few of the guys exchanged amused looks, but Coach wasn't finished.
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