Kane’s POV
I trudge back into the locker room, grumpy and sore; Coach was in a foul mood for some reason, and he took it out on us. I don’t know what has crawled up his ass today; we have won our last two games, so he should be f.ucking singing, but instead, he’s yelling at us all as if we’re bottom of the league.
‘f***k me, I don’t think I can get my skates off’ Marcus mutters as he falls onto the bench beside me, ‘my back is f.ucking killing me, from the amount of shots he made me take on goal this morning, I don’t think I can bend down that far.’
I nod, watching as Tank, our goalie, limps past us, an ice pack pressed to the top of his inner thigh as he winces between cursing under his breath. One of the second string defenders hit a wild shot, his partner unable to catch the puck as
