Juliette’s POV
The arena buzzed with anticipation, the ice gleaming under the bright lights, reflecting the roaring energy of fans who had no idea what was about to unfold. I clutched my clipboard at the edge of the locker room, trying to steady my racing heart. Tonight should have been another regular game for the Blackridge Wolves. Instead, a prickle of unease crawled along my spine, sharp and insistent.
Something was wrong. I could feel it. My Omega instincts, honed over months of being around the Wolves, hummed in warning. I scanned the ice from the bench, my gaze brushing over the players stretching and taking final warm-ups. Bryan’s jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the rink like a predator marking every corner. Dorian was a shadow beside me, muscles coiled, alert, his presence both
