The morning of Game Three dawned gray and heavy.
Before we left for the rink, I gathered everyone in the main room. Ryker stood in front of me, the rogue Alphas surrounding us in a tight circle.
“No matter what happens tonight,” I said, looking at each of them, “you concentrate on the match. You must win. I sense something is going to happen... I don’t know what it is, but I feel it in the curse. Promise me you won’t leave the ice unless the game is over.”
Ryker’s jaw clenched. “Rhea...”
“Promise me,” I insisted. “Leo needs us whole. I need you to trust me.”
They agreed, though reluctantly. The bonds between us pulsed with shared determination and worry.
The arena was electric when we arrived. The stands were overflowing. The council sat in their designated box, watching with cold ey
