JACE
I slammed my stick against the ice, the sharp crack echoing through the empty rafters of The Wolves Den. The puck skimmed wide of the net, bouncing off the plexiglass with a dull, frustrating thud.
"Donovan! What the hell was that?" Coach Daniels bellowed from the bench, his whistle clutched tightly in his fist. His face was already turning a dangerous shade of red under his Maplewood cap. "That’s the third wide shot this rotation. Your head is in the clouds today, Captain!"
"My bad, Coach," I grunted, skating back into line, my breathing heavy and ragged. I wiped a layer of sweat from my forehead with the back of my padded glove, my jaw clenching so hard it ached.
"Yo, Cap, you good?" Liam asked, skating up beside me, his skates spraying a fine layer of white ice against my shins
