ALIONA'S POV
As the final whistle went off for the final lap of the game, The Glaciers filed out of the rink. Their faces contorted in pain, they couldn't even hide.
I zoned out of the jubilation, as I took in Enzo Sanchez's facial expression. He couldn't keep the tears away from his eyes. It was more like he'd felt he'd betrayed Julian.
After rounds of formalities, and autographs from the players, we started our way back into the dressing room. “That was a good one boys! Now the Falcons would know who's in charge—” He was cut off mid-sentence by the loud screams from the players.
We went back to the hotel room, and I started packing my small tote bags together. I'd texted Aunt Emma, but there was no response from her yet.
“And where do you think you're going?” Noah spat from beh
