AMY’S POV
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched Ryder lying motionlessly on the cold ice.
Around the arena, the rival crowd cheered the violent hit, but on our bench, chaos erupted instantly. Players slammed their sticks against the boards, shouting furious curses at the head referee, who was initially waving his arms to play on.
Before the athletic trainer could even unlatch the bench door, Cole was already across the ice.
Cole skated with terrifying speed straight to the head official, his imposing frame looming over the referee, his ice-blue eyes flashing with a cold fury.
He grabbed the referee's shoulder, leaning down until his face was inches from the official's visor.
"You call that five-minute major right now," Cole growled loud enough for the front bench to hear. "Or t
