Damon's POV
I'm sweating hard, feeling my muscles burn from the intense drills we've been running for the past hour. The ice beneath my skates is scarred from all the stops and turns, and the sound of sticks hitting pucks echoes through the empty arena. But these idiots aren't focused, aren't giving me what I need.
"f*****g pass the damn puck!" I yell at the group of players scattered across the ice like they've never played hockey before in their lives. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
I skate over to one of them, a sophomore who keeps losing control of the puck every time someone breathes near him. "This is not how we're going to win the NHL championship if you keep scattering around like cockroaches around fire! Get your s**t together!"
The kid flinches but nods, his face red with
