(Kane)
The Wolves’ house had never felt smaller.
I had barely stepped through the door after my father’s explosive call when the chaos hit me like a body check from behind. The living room was packed with teammates — some sprawled on couches, others leaning against walls, all glued to their phones. The constant buzzing of notifications filled the air like a swarm of angry hornets. Group chats were exploding so loudly I could hear individual pings from across the room.
Jax looked up first, holding his phone like a trophy, his grin wide and merciless. “Captain! You need to see this. The whole campus is losing their minds over you right now.”
He turned the screen toward me. A campus-wide group chat screenshot filled the display under the header Harrison Hockey Hub:
“YO. Kane Harlow bough
