The Tigers’ arena was still buzzing with the static electricity of victory.
Logan had delivered an absolute masterclass in net. A complete, unblemished shutout against a fierce divisional rival—thirty-eight saves, a perfect 1.000 SV%, and a commanding, lethal presence that entirely silenced the opposing team’s offense. By the final buzzer, the hometown crowd had been chanting his name like a war cry. The exact same fans who had booed him weeks ago were now screaming his name until the rafters shook. His season stats were climbing back into MVP territory, and the wildcard spot felt closer than ever.
I watched from the glass front of the press box as he skated off the ice, his helmet tucked under his arm, his ink-black hair slick with sweat. Those cold grey eyes scanned the upper tiers unt
