Sloane’s POV
At Black Shadow University Ice Center, the ice gleams under the harsh stadium lights, reflecting the sea of screaming fans packed into the arena bleachers. Excited about the game, I pull my dark cardigan tighter around myself, sitting near the middle row of the student section.
Beside me, the noise is almost deafening, but most of it is coming from one specific person right to my right.
High above the lower bowl, behind the clear, floor-to-ceiling tinted glass of the arena’s private executive tier, sat the pack’s elite in the heated luxury of the Pack VIP Suite. Alpha Anthony and Luna Willa occupied the front leather armchairs, watching the ice with sharp, calculating eyes alongside their honored guests.
Mom- Lisa, I am quick to correct myself- is there, but not Uncle Darr
