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CHAPTER 9
HANNAH~
Mark blows the whistle before my banter with Liam can go further. We fall into lines for warm-up. Easy skating first, then transitions, then edge work. I keep my head down and focus on the ice under my blades. My wolf is still sulking from the forced shift, but the cold and the movement start to settle her. Every crossover feels cleaner than yesterday. Every stop is sharper. I have to consciously dial it back so I don’t look like I’ve been skating since I could walk—which, technically, I have.
Halfway through the second drill I catch Colton watching me from the opposite side of the rink. His expression is unreadable under the helmet, but the intensity is there. I force myself to look away and keep moving.
Mark splits us into small groups for puck-handling stati
