Ellen
I’ve been suffering from weird nightmares about Claire for a week now. I don’t know why I keep seeing her murder different pack members, but it’s keeping me on edge. I haven’t been able to relax, and it’s a miracle I made it to Christian’s game today.
The biting cold of the ice rink nips at my cheeks, but I hardly notice it. My gaze is fixated on my mate, who is gliding across the frozen surface, his hockey stick an extension of his arm as he maneuvers around the opposing team’s players. A thrill of anticipation courses through me as he lines up for a shot, and I grip the edge of my seat, holding my breath.
“Come on, Christian,” I whisper under my breath, willing him to score. “Come on!”
The puck flies through the air and slams into the back of the net. Goal! The crowd erupts in
