ZANE'S POV
It was the D-Day. The day we finally put aside our differences, and uphold our pack's honour. That was the only way we could truly know who the boss was, and who called the shots.
The other players paced around the dressing room, their shoulders stiff with tension. Noah on the other hand was seething with anger.
“We don't have all the time in the world. All we have to do is go into that bloody rink, and finish this off once and for all,” He spat.
I turned to face him. “It’s not as easy as you think. You know how ready those jerks are,” He drawled. “I hate to say this, but it's Julian's f*****g debut, after so long. After he'd been stripped of his title as hockey King,”
Logan nodded in approval. “Zane has a point, Noah. The Glaciers would bring in their best game to pro
