Zeph's POV
I don't remember jumping over the boards. I don't remember skating across the ice or climbing into the stands. All I know is that suddenly I'm kneeling beside Kestrel's unconscious form, her blood staining my gloves as I cradle her head.
"Get back!" I snarl at the people trying to crowd around us. My voice doesn't sound human anymore, it's Xander’s rage while the smoke is getting thicker, and I can hear the fire alarms going off. People are coughing and stumbling around blindly, but all I can focus on is the girl in my arms.
I'm about to leave the field with Kestrel in my arms when Coach Darwin's voice booms across the arena.
"Blackthorne! Get back in line and get the puck! We're continuing this game!"
I turn toward him with a glare that could melt steel, my golden eyes fla
