Penelope's POV
The Bloodfang locker room explodes with noise the second we step inside. My teammates swarm me, lifting me off my feet before I can protest.
"Three goals!" Isla shouts in my ear. "Three f*****g goals against Frostfang!"
Coach lets them celebrate for exactly two minutes before her whistle pierces through the chaos. Everyone freezes.
"Good game." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Hit the showers. Party at the pack house in an hour."
She walks to his office, shaking her head but I catch the hint of a smile on her face. The second she's gone, someone cranks up the music and the celebration really starts.
"Hope they don't ask for a rematch," Zoe, one of our defenders, says with a laugh. "Though knowing Marcus Blackthorn, he probably can't handle the loss."
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