KYREN'S POV
The air inside the arena felt heavy with the kind of violence I usually reserved for the final minutes of a championship game
It smelled of frozen water. The faint, metallic scent of blood and sweat lingered near the plexiglass.
I watched the puck through the cage of my helmet. I didn't just play hockey. I hunted the puck.
And right now, I couldn't tell the difference between the rookie and the puck.
I could feel Hailey’s gaze like a physical burn on my neck. I didn't need to look at the bleachers to know where she was.
Beside her, the whole crew was packed in, cheerleaders in their oversized jackets and my teammates in a sea of blue and white.
Below them, Coach Ronan and Coach Laurel stood at the boards, their faces set in stone.
In the center circle, the rookie
