EIRA’S POV
Drills began soon after the coach’s announcement.
They started fast and brutal. We had speed trails. All of us were made to do laps around the rink, at a pace that was too fast to keep up with. We transitioned into puck control. After that, we switched to defense formations that required a lot of attention.
I tried my best through each drill, but something felt off. My balance during the laps wavered slightly after each turn, and my peak control was out of place. It wasn’t enough to cause a scene, but it was enough for the coach to notice.
“Again!” she barked.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to push through despite the persistent burning in my lungs. A break came a few minutes after and a sigh left my lips. I stumbled off the rink, reaching for my bottle when I found it c
