RYKER'S POV
Practice had finally ended.
The ice was scarred and rutted from hours of hard skating, the cold mist hanging low over the plexiglass barriers. Usually, the guys would be hitting the showers within five minutes of the final whistle, but today was different.
Coach kept the team back for another thirty minutes to help Noah settle into the new plays.
We ran line rushes, power plays, and penalty kills, forcing Noah into Landon's usual spot on the top line.
Surprisingly...
He fit in well.
Almost too well.
He had the kind of instinctual hockey IQ that you couldn't teach. He didn't have Landon’s raw, explosive foot speed, but his positioning was flawless. He knew exactly where the puck was going to be before it even left my stick.
Parker, of course, had already become friends
