(Danica)
The final horn sounded like thunder.
Harrison 5, Wolves 4.
We had won Game 6.
The arena exploded in a wave of blue and gold. My teammates swarmed me, screaming, hugging, lifting me off the ice in pure chaos. Riot bear-hugged me so hard my helmet nearly came off. Liam was yelling something about “the joker play of the century.” Tank slapped my back with enough force to rattle my teeth.
But all I could feel was the overwhelming rush of relief mixed with something heavier.
We had done it. We had taken the series lead 4-2. One more win and we were in the finals.
Caleb reached me through the celebration, pulling me into a fierce, hidden embrace while the cameras flashed around us. His arms were tight around my waist, forehead pressed against my helmet for half a second.
“You we
