RYDER
Coach Murdock gives each of us a hard look. "No effort. No teamwork. s**t coordination. What the hell is going on here? You know as well as I do that we won that game by the skin of our teeth!"
All eyes fall on me, but I ignore them. I don't wanna f*****g be at this meeting. I don't want anything to do with any of this. Lately, I've been feeling really lost. Helpless. Shameful.
I can't seem to move past the shame.
"What's going on?" he repeats. It doesn't help because nobody answers him.
"Sort it out!" he barks. "The next game is in five hours and we can't mess it up! You know who your opponents are."
Moonveil. A few months ago, this would have been a big deal for me. I'm still determined to show Ray Laws and his entire pack that we can beat them, but I can't shake off this
