POV’s Tate
I was sitting on the edge of the bench. The girls had long since stopped chatting, just as invested in the game ahead of us. This would set the tone for the rest of the season.
I watched as Philip faced off against Nathan. Of course, Philip won the faceoff, and he shot out towards Hizuru’s net. Caleb snagged the puck, dragging it up towards where Philip skated around, ready to take the shot.
I saw the opening, where Caleb could have made the perfect pass to Philip, giving him a golden shot sure to break the tie.
Caleb didn’t take it.
Instead, he pushed forward, slapping the puck into the air, aiming for the net. It smacked off the goalie’s padding, bouncing back to the ice.
Fuck.
That had been the wrong move.
Now, Hizuru’s players were closing in, about to gain possessi
