ALIONA’S POV
The Glaciers moved fast—Julian seizing the distraction to his advantage. With precision and speed, they maneuvered the puck across the rink. A clean pass. A sharp strike.
Goal.
The crowd erupted.
1–1.
The Falcons were shaken. Their defense faltered for the first time. Their focus splintered.
And then, as if fate wanted to make a point, Christopher Wilson—their arrogant forward—lost control of the puck and sent it flying straight into their own net.
An own goal.
The whistle blew.
Game over.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, an uproar that could’ve split the sky.
The Glaciers had done it. They’d beaten the Falcons in their own home.
Julian ripped off his helmet, his golden hair damp with sweat, and let out a victorious roar. His team swarmed around him, shouti
