Ryan's POV
The referee's whistle sliced through the arena.
The puck hit the ice.
And everything around me disappeared.
The crowd roared as both teams exploded off the line.
Kingswell's center won the faceoff, knocking the puck back to one of their defensemen.
"Pressure! Pressure!" Peter yelled.
I pushed forward, forcing their defenseman to rush his pass. Lawrence intercepted it cleanly and immediately slid it across the ice to Adrian.
"Ryan!"
I was already moving.
Adrian led the pass perfectly, and I chased it into Kingswell's zone.
One defender closed in.
Another blocked my shooting lane.
No opening.
I circled behind the net instead, protecting the puck before dropping it back to Peter.
"Shot!"
Peter fired.
The puck ricocheted off three sticks before bouncing harmlessly i
