Xavier’s POV
“Yo, Pylon!”
Kai’s insult carries across the ice as I let the puck slide past my stick for the second time. I could easily stop it, then send it straight back to him. He’s perfectly positioned to take the shot, so why the hell hasn’t he taken it himself?
He’s been doing this since the game started, expecting me to set him up as if we’re still the unstoppable duo we used to be. But I’d rather swallow a mouthful of muddy ice.
“Nice work, Captain!” he calls, the sarcasm dripping from every word.
Growling, my wolf and I turn just enough to meet his gaze through our helmets, and I know he did it on purpose.
“Bishop!” Coach Peters’ voice cuts through the rink, playing into Kai’s hands. “Bench. Now!”
‘Exactly as he had planned,’ Moros mumbles, but I don't argue with the coach
