Marcus's POV
" Get your head in the game, Marcus! Run it again!"
I took a deep breath and then pushed off again on the ice, Peter flanking my left while Damian and the rest of the team brought up the rear. I shuffle the puck and maneuver around the set cones and then slam it in the direction of the goalie, Shane, who easily blocks it and slides the puck to the side.
Shane then slides up to me as Peter comes up beside me, a look of deep concern on his face.
"Are you okay, bro?" Shane asks as he taps my helmet, a wry grin on his freckled face. Peter is watching me silently as I chuck off the helmet and swipe my gloved hand over my soaked forehead.
"I'm fine. I just haven't settled in yet. Let's run it again." I move to take my position back at the marked line when Damian almost slams
