Ashton’s POV
She’s here.
That is the first thought that hits me. My feet stumble slightly as I stare at my kitten sitting in front of my locker, waiting for me.
The rest of the team floods past me into the room, shoving at each other, the usual post-practice noise rising . . . until it doesn't. One by one, conversations trail off as guys clock her sitting there, skates still half-unlaced, sticks propped against the wall.
'Luna?' Dalton says it like he's checking he's not seeing things, glancing between her and me with open curiosity. 'You're... here.'
'She's never come down here before . . .' he adds to Marcus standing beside us, not quite under his breath, clearly waiting to see how I react before he says anything else.
Kane, at least, has the decency not to make it weird, though th
