Penelope's POV
The third period starts and I can feel the shift in energy. Frostfang is pressing harder now, desperate to get back in the game. But desperation makes you sloppy, and I've been waiting for sloppy all night.
"Stay patient," I called to my linemates as we set up in the defensive zone. "Let them come to us."
Timothy wins the faceoff but immediately loses the puck to Zoe's stick check. She fires it up ice to me, and suddenly I'm on a breakaway with nothing but open ice and their goalie between me and a hat trick.
The crowd noise fades to nothing. My skates carve perfect lines in the ice as I build speed, the puck dancing on my stick blade like it's tied there with string. The goalie comes out to challenge, trying to cut down the angle.
I fake the slap shot, watch him drop t
