AARON POV
Did I like hockey? Hell yes. I loved it. The rush of skating down the rink, the slap of the puck against the boards, the sound of skates carving into the ice as I chased down an opponent. The competition, the strategy, the speed—it was everything. But, did I like being here, playing a damn match an hour away from my mate?
Hell no.
Every minute I spent away from her felt like a thousand, and this game was stretching that time into infinity. I’d rather be home with her, feeling her arms around me, hearing her laugh—s**t, I just wanted to hear her voice. But here I was, stuck in the middle of nowhere, playing against a team that I couldn’t stand.
Why didn’t we forfeit the match? Because we had a damn point to prove.
The Hollowmoon pack. God, I hated them. Especially the twin al
