The rink was alive with energy, fans banging on the glass and chanting Ethan’s name as the Silver Ridge Wolves lined up for warm-ups. Ethan skated across the ice, trying to shake off the knot in his stomach. Tonight’s game wasn’t just any game. Scouts were in the stands again. Every move mattered.
From the corner of his eye, Ethan caught sight of Riley slipping into the arena, her hood pulled low. Their gazes met for only a second, but it was enough. A silent promise passed between them.
On the bench, Sam leaned over. “Scouts are here, man. You’ve got to be fire tonight.
“I know,” Ethan muttered, adjusting his gloves. “No distractions.
But distractions had a way of finding him.
In the shadows of the parking lot outside, Marcus stood with two Vipers, arms folded, eyes cold. Caleb linge
