The roar of the crowd still echoed in Serena’s ears as she stepped off the ice, her legs trembling from the adrenaline of playing for the Shadow Pack. The tie against Blood Moon had been a victory in its own right—she’d held her own, defying Hart’s control and proving she was more than the pack’s slave. But Hart’s glare from across the rink burned into her, a promise of consequences that made her stomach twist. The Shadow Pack’s spare jersey clung to her, its black and silver a stark contrast to Blood Moon’s crimson, marking her as an outsider in her own pack’s territory.
Austin skated up beside her, his grin as bright as the arena lights. “You were a natural out there, Serena,” he said, clapping her shoulder. “Told you you had a spark. We could use you for the next match.”
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