Penelope's POV
My phone rings at exactly 7:23 AM, jolting me from the first real sleep I've had in three days. The caller ID shows an unknown number with a Crimson University area code.
"Hello?" My voice comes out scratchy and raw, like I've been screaming for hours.
"Is this Penelope Hale?" The voice is crisp. A Male voice. The kind of tone that usually means bad news.
"Yes." I brace myself for another humiliation somehow leaked beyond pack boundaries.
"This is Coach Reeves from Crimson University's hockey program. I have some footage here that I think you'll find interesting." There's something warm in his voice now, almost excited.
My stomach drops like a stone. More humiliation videos. "I'm not interested in"
"It's of you playing hockey," he interrupts gently. "And frankly, Miss
