Sloane’s POV
Zia lets out a low, defensive growl in the back of my mind, her ears pinning back at Luna's obvious threat. But before the tension can pull me under, the sharp, solid clack of stick-on-stick snaps my focus back to the rink as the battle for the puck resumes.
Noah had sent the puck past the goalie.
The red light blares and I forget about Luna. The horn sounds through the stadium, echoing over the wild, screaming crowd, and a wave of pure, unfiltered euphoria crashes over me.
Fierce, overwhelming pride swells in my chest, so intense it almost stings. Watching Xavier pour every ounce of his strength into that ice, keeping his composure when everything was on the line, makes my wolf, Zia, preen with absolute satisfaction inside my mind. He isn't just a leader because of his b
