Chase
Game days always carried a different kind of weight.
The arena smelled sharper. The lights seemed brighter. Even the sound of skates cutting across fresh ice felt louder than usual.
By seven that morning, I was already inside the locker room.
Most of the team would not arrive for another hour, but I had never been good at waiting at home before important games. The match tonight could affect our position in the standings. One loss would not destroy the season, but it would give Logan’s team the advantage everyone had been talking about for weeks.
The media had turned the game into another battle between us.
Chase Ryder versus Logan Carter.
First place versus second.
The disciplined captain against the fallen golden boy.
I hated most of the headlines.
Not because they were e
