Game Two arrived under a cold, biting wind.
The old training rink was packed once again. Neutral observers, council members, and pack representatives filled the stands. The tension was thicker than the night before. Everyone knew this match could shift the entire series.
I stood at the edge of the ice in my white coat, scalpel hidden in my sleeve, the curse humming alertly inside me. Ryker and the rogue Alphas took their positions, their bodies radiating power and focus through our shared bonds.
Darius’s team looked confident. Too confident.
The game started fast and vicious. Ryker dominated the opening face-off, driving forward with brutal force. The rogue Alphas moved in perfect sync — Jax setting up plays, Kai sniping shots, Zane and Draco guarding the defense like twin storms.
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