WILLOW
I don’t know how my body knows to move. Maybe it’s because I had done it first, knowing that Tessa would want to get revenge.
Whatever it is, I step out of the way at the last second, avoiding her full body shove. This isn’t a professional hockey game and I don’t think either of us are going to be penalized for being a bit rough.
Tessa slides off to the side, getting out of the circle completely, leaving the puck in my possession. This time, I don’t overthink s**t.
I seize the puck and I’m off.
“No, you don’t!” Tessa comes at me from the side. She uses supernatural speed to even the distance between us. She puts her stick forward and tries to trip me. I spin away from her, somehow managing to retain possession of the puck.
Tessa keeps coming in hot. She slides next to me,
