Daelan’s POV.
The roar of the crowd was deafening as the teams took their positions on the ice once again. I adjusted my helmet, the weight of being captain pressing down harder than the padding on my shoulders. The match had been brutal from the start, and now, the tension with Caleb was like a live wire between us. We clashed every chance we got, shoving, glaring and snapping at each other even when the puck was nowhere near us.
And it unfortunately did not go unnoticed.
The whistle blew and the coach’s voice cut through the cold air like a blade. "Bench! Now!"
We skated back reluctantly. The entire team gathered in the huddle, our breaths steaming in the frigid rink. The coach’s face was tight with frustration as he leveled his gaze at me first.
"You are the captain, Daelan," he s
