Elliot POV
The roar of eighteen thousand fans hit me like a physical wave the moment my skates touched the ice. The arena bowl was a sea of flashing lights, waving white towels, and screaming voices as we lined up at center ice for the opening face-off.
"Stay sharp, Elliot!" Kofi shouted over the deafening noise, tapping his stick against mine as he took his place in the center circle. "They're coming at us hard right off the hop!"
"Let them come!" I yelled back, my voice tight with adrenaline. "I'm ready!"
Across the circle, I looked past the linesman toward the deep defensive zone. Sebastian stood there, his massive shoulders squared and his hazel eyes locked onto my chest.
"You looking for something, Wolfe?" I called out across the ice, lowering my stance.
Sebastian
