The Lyon Olympiques arena was completely locked down. The overhead lights blazed, reflecting off the pristine ice.
Elara stood at center ice, her breath misting in the freezing air. She had traded the oversized hoodies for sleek, black athletic leggings, a tight thermal long-sleeve shirt, and thick, fur-lined winter boots with heavy grips.
Surrounding her in a wide circle were the massive, towering members of the Lyon Pack. There were fifteen of them in total—the core roster of the hockey team. They were all in their human forms, wearing dark athletic gear, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim perimeter lighting.
Lucian stood outside the circle, leaning against the plexiglass of the penalty box. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved
