(Danica)
The third period was pure war.
The score was tied 3-3 with less than four minutes left in regulation. The arena was a cauldron of noise — Harrison fans screaming for the go-ahead goal, Wolves supporters chanting for overtime. The fan club banners were still waving in the student section, a surreal backdrop to the brutality on the ice.
“HARLOW x JONES: MAKE IT HAPPEN”
“ONE MORE GOAL FOR THE SHIP”
I was exhausted, legs burning, but the joker role was working. I floated between lines, drawing Wolves defenders out of position, creating lanes for our second wave. Caleb’s secret strategy had kept us in the game. But every time I looked across the ice, Kane was there — close enough to touch, far enough to protect.
Caleb skated up beside me during a face-off, helmet nearly touching m
