The Blood Moon Pack’s hockey arena thrummed with energy, the air thick with the scent of ice and anticipation. Serena stood at the edge of the stands, her heart pounding as the crowd roared, their crimson and silver banners waving like a sea of blood and moonlight. The Intercollegiate Hockey Championship had begun, and the opening match pitted the Blood Moon Pack against their bitter rivals, the Shadow Pack. Hart’s ultimatum hung over her like a storm cloud—cheer for him or face exposure as a fire witch—but the spark of rebellion from her training with Mia burned brighter than ever.
She adjusted her worn jacket, feeling out of place among the pack’s elite in their sleek attire. Gary and Jack sat a few rows away, their eyes occasionally flicking to her with concern. Hart, on the ice, was a
