Cole’s POV
When I slammed my locker door shut, I heard voices drifting in from the hallway outside.
The rest of the team was finally showing up.
I was always the first one to arrive for practice.
I liked having the ice to myself while it was still smooth and untouched.
The others could show up later, talk trash, and waste time.
I preferred skating.
Putting on my skates and flying across that perfect surface was the best therapy I'd ever found.
It has been helping me ever since I was a kid.
And today, I needed that escape more than ever.
The omega was moving into our pack house.
The same omega who rejected our pack before she even gave us a chance.
I hadn't officially met her yet, but I'd seen her briefly when she showed up at our company offices.
Long legs.
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