(Caleb)
The film room felt suffocating after the latest game.
I sat in the front row with the team, remote in hand, replaying key shifts from the championship series. The coaches had left for the night, leaving just us — the core group that had bled together for years. But my focus wasn’t on our mistakes. It was on Kane Harlow.
And the way he had stopped targeting Danica.
“Pause it there,” I said, voice tight. The screen froze on a moment from the third period. Kane had the perfect angle — clean, legal, devastating. Instead of driving Danica into the boards, he had angled his body to absorb contact from his own teammate and let her slip away with the puck. Again.
Riot leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “That’s the third time this series he’s pulled back on her. They’re focusing on Brook
