"If you drop your shoulder like that again, Callum, the Rangers are going to put you through the plexiglass on Thursday."
Hunter didn't answer.
Shane Briggs, his head coach.
The man shook his head with a quiet defeated sigh that said. ‘i don't get paid enough for this’.
He just dug the edges of his skates into the fresh ice, sending a spray of white frost against the boards.
"Again," Hunter grunted, snapping his stick against the ice.
The whistle blew, sharp and loud, echoing through the empty practice arena.
Hunter took the pass on his tape without looking. He cut left, crossed the blue line in a blur of motion, and blew past two defensive lines like they were taped cardboard cutouts.
With a flick of his wrists, the puck shattered the top corner of the net, hitting the water bot
