BRAYDON'S POV
The puck hits the back of the net.
For a heartbeat, everything goes quiet and the arena feels empty, like the noise has been sucked out of the world. I freeze for a second, staring at the scoreboard as it flips.
3-2.
We won.
And then happiness hit me. My stick clatters to the ice somewhere behind me and I’m yelling before I even realize it, my skates cutting across the ice as adrenaline tears through me.
The bench empties in an instant and the guys vault over the boards, crashing into each other, fists pumping, and voices roaring like we just won a war instead of a game.
Someone comes at me from the side. Luke lands on top of me and Justin’s fist smacks my shoulder but I don’t even feel it.
“That’s how you shut them up!”
“f**k yeah!”
“Let’s go!”
I jump to my fee
