Timothy's POV
The news hits me during our team meeting like a blindside check I never saw coming.
"Bloodfang's roster came in this morning," Coach Thorn says, scrolling through his tablet. "They've got some new talent this year. Including someone you all might remember."
He clicks something on his screen, and suddenly Penelope Hale's face fills the projection on the wall. Except it's not the Penelope I remember. This woman has confidence radiating from every pixel. Her hair frames her face in soft waves instead of hiding behind it. Her smile is bold, unapologetic. She's wearing her Bloodfang jersey like she owns the world.
"Holy s**t," Jake whispers beside me.
"That's Penelope Hale," someone else says. "From our old high school."
"She looks completely different," another teammate add
