ZANE'S POV
I inhaled sharply. The clock was ticking. It was almost time to show the Glaciers how brutal the Mooncrest pack was to people who crossed their boundaries.
“Are you ready!” Coach growled loudly behind us.
“Yes coach!” The other players said in a resounding echo. My eyes narrowed with revulsion, as father's words roared in my head.
Show them how not to mess with Mooncrest pack, anymore.
One of the officials came to the dressing room. The atmosphere in the rooms became taut with silence. “Please, it is time to file into the tunnel,”
Our coach gave him a stiff nod. “After you,” He said, and waited for the man to file out, before he turned to face us. “You know the news that made the rounds around the Northern borders of our pack. Let's make it a pledge to finish this on
