Grayson.
The gym is louder than usual. The guys are scattered around the rink, sweaty and exhausted. We've been stuck in here for the past two hours training, pushing ourselves harder than we have all year.
Our bodies suck, but the adrenaline pumping through our veins doesn't let us realize that. Everyone's hyped up for the upcoming championship season. We all know what's expected of us. Five-time winners, Kings of the ice, and we're definitely not about to give up that title.
Coach Whit's voice cuts through the air, deep and commanding. "All right, boys! Gather around!"
Along with the rest of the team, I skate off the ice, adjusting my gloves and shaking the ice off my boots. Usually we wouldn't be this tense—don't get me wrong, we'd be determined to win like always, but this time fee
