LOGAN
Yesterday had been chaos. Pure, unfiltered, bone-snapping chaos. Not that I wasn’t used to that; I thrive on it most days.
But there’s a difference between chaos you control and chaos that makes you feel like you’re standing in the middle of a burning building without a damn clue which way to run.
It was supposed to be my first official training for the new season. I was already late joining the team, mostly because I'd found better things to do with my time.
The kind that moaned and said my name like a prayer. But I dragged my ass to the rink because that’s what captains do. We show up. We set the tone. We kick people’s asses if they’re slacking.
And God, they were slacking.
I stood there on the ice, stick in hand, watching our defenseman who’s apparently got the balance of a
