_Nathan’s POV_
The rescheduled game was only a few days away, and campus had started treating it like more than a rematch.
People talked about it in the dining hall. In the library. In the hallways after class. Not always loudly, but often enough that it became impossible to ignore. The first game had ended unfinished under too many important eyes. The second one was already being framed as the correction. A clean result. A statement. No more embarrassment for either pack.
Theo dropped into the seat across from me in the student café and stole one of the fries off my tray before I could stop him.
“You’re not eating,” he said.
“I’m thinking.”
“That explains the look.” He leaned back. “Whole building’s talking about the rematch. Coach wants sharp practices. Your father already sent ano
