Chapter 24
The visiting team smelled like wet asphalt and cheap cologne.
Emilia noticed that before the scoreboard. Mixed campus games always had that edge. Humans in the stands thinking it was only hockey. Wolves on the ice treating it like territory with a clock. Redwood versus Northridge. Old rivalry. Nate had not slept much. She could tell from the set of his jaw during warm-ups, from the way his wolf sat too close to the surface when he passed the glass.
She was in the media section again. Notebook open. Pulse not behaving.
After practice he had said he was going to start paying attention. He had not taken it back. All night her wolf had paced the small space of her dorm like the bond could feel him watching from across campus. She had tried to write the game preview and kept putt
