Xavier’s POV
Tonight was supposed to give me a break. That was the entire reason I had left pack territory in the first place.
Neither Coach Peters nor my father had explicitly ordered me to throw tomorrow's game, but they hadn't needed to. The heavy, lingering looks they sent my way said everything.
Lose the rematch. Again.
The mere thought made my jaw tighten so hard my teeth ached, even in my intoxicated state. We were heading straight into regionals; we couldn't keep walking onto the ice and deliberately tossing matches without looking like a team incapable of winning.
Worse, if Alpha Malcom suspected we intentionally threw the last game just to smooth over the fragile peace between Black Shadow and Silver Moon, he would be scrutinizing our every breath tomorrow. It was a politica
