Penelope's POV
I'm about to respond when Kia steps up beside me, her eyes wide as she takes in the soaring ceiling and the endless rows of seats. She lets out a low whistle that somehow carries despite the crowd noise."Damn, this place is huge. I can see why you are intimated."
She's our newest transfer, joined the team recently from a smaller pack up north. Still getting used to the politics and drama that comes with high-level hockey.
"I wasn't intimidated." I adjust my gear bag on my shoulder. "I was realistic about my chances."
"Right." Kia grins, bumping my shoulder. "Because being realistic is totally why you used to watch their practices."
Isla snorts with laughter. "She told you about that?"
"She tells me everything during our late-night training sessions." Kia dodges my elbo
