Zeph's Pov
"Is that Diego wearing their colors?" Declan asks in disbelief.
"Yeah," I say grimly. "He must have fueled them up with all our weaknesses, especially mine. This isn't going to be a fair game. This is going to be an ambush."
"What do we do?" Tyler asks, joining us.
"We play harder than we've ever played before," I say, my voice hard. "We don't give them an inch. We fight for every goal, every point. And we show them that no amount of inside information can beat raw skill and determination."
The referee blows the whistle and both teams line up for the face-off. I take my position at center ice, staring directly into Diego's eyes. He smirks at me, that same arrogant smirk that makes me want to punch him in the face.
"Ready to lose, Hornwell?" he taunts. "Ready to watch every
