LOGINSierraThe next day dawned drama-free, which was odd enough to make me stop once or twice with my eyes open. My phone was silent on the nightstand. No buzzing, no warnings and no shadows pressing at the edges of my thoughts. It was quiet other than the gentle vibration of the building as it began to stir around me. So I laid there for a couple of extra minutes, listening to someone laugh down the hall and a door slam two rooms over, and for that moment, I let myself believe this was what normal felt like.When I eventually sat up, my body was loose and warm , the good kind of tired that comes from not having slept enough spent talking, not worrying. I brushed my teeth, splashed some water on my face and put my hair up in a messy ponytail that just wouldn’t hold, then I stared at my closet as if deciding what to wear was a life or death situation. I went for comfort, not style – soft sweater, jeans, trainers, and as I slid my sweater down over my hands I caught myself grinning for no
AsherFear had turned the air sour.When I closed the door to Sierra’s dorm room, the clicking noise was final too loud for the tiny space.She was standing there, her back was to the door, breathing as if she had sprinted for a few seconds. Her hands were trembling when she attempted to conceal them.Without thinking I crossed the room and put my hands around her face. “Hey,” I said softly. “Look at me.”She raised her eyes to meet mine. Big, bright, terrified. Not weak. Never weak. Just human in the way that mattered.“They were right there,” she said. “In the hallway.”“I know.”“They knew where I was.” “Oh I know”I can feel her breath hitching. Fisting in my shirt as though it is the only solid thing left in the world, she popped her head against my chest. I’ve got her in my arms and I don’t let go.For a long moment, neither of us spoke.“Her heart binged through her ribs,” she described feeling it beat so quickly. Too fast and too loud. My wolf was stirring, anxious, furious, p
SierraWaiting was the worst part.Not the terror, not even the texts. It was the quiet lull in between where there was just nothing for hours on end and my mind occupied all that space all by itself. I went to class, took notes, nodded at people, laughed when I was supposed to. Outwardly everything was normal. From the inside, it was like I had a secret buried in my chest.Asher texted me when he got home. Just a plain I’m good. I stared at the words longer than I was supposed to, sent a heart and then threw my phone onto my bed like it had teeth.I tried to study. That did not work.Every noise outside my window made me look up. Each buzz from my phone sent jolts through my body. I hated that part of me, the part that anticipated something bad to happen just so the waiting would be over.The following day arrived too soon.I met Asher outside the student center. He seemed exhausted, jaw clenched, eyes keen as they would get when he was thinking three moves ahead. When he met my gaze
AsherI went to the cafe the next day.There was a smell of burnt coffee and sugar. She was already there, sleeves pulled down over her hands, notebook opened but not yet written anything on. When she looked at me, her smile softened and then froze, as if she anticipated something was going to happen. But when she recognized me, her grin softened and then froze, as if she anticipated something was coming."What’s the matter?" she asked.I slid into the booth across from her and laid my phone on the table between us. Face up.“I got messages,” I told them. “After the game. And again last night.”Her eyes went down to the phone. She did not grab it.“From who?”“Unknown number.”She took a slow breath. “What did they say?”I unlocked the screen and handed it to her. I was not scrolling fast. I let her read every line.She went quiet. Not frozen. Focused. That scared me more.“They knew about the game,” she said. “They knew where you were. And they knew me.”“Yes. ”“And they warned me
AsherThe rink evacuated like a storm. Loud until they weren’t. One minute the place was buzzing with voices and the rattle of feet, and the next moment it was empty, like the reverberation of something that had come and gone.I was on the bench long after the rest of the guys had gone. Ice bags on my shoulder. Tape half pulled away from my wrist. My body ached in the accustomed way, the kind of ache that told me I had left it all out there and still wanted more.Bennett paused in front of me. He didn’t say anything to begin with. He never did when he was picking his words.“You were very smart in your play,” he finally said. “Brave too, but smart is more important.”I nodded. Compliments always felt odd on nights like this.“You’re not practicing next practice,” he added. “No discussion.”I almost smiled. “Wasn’t intending to make one.”He looked at my face, then at my shoulder. “This season’s bigger than one game.”“I know.”“And bigger than pride.”“I knew that too.”He patted my g
SierraThe ice had the scent of crisp metal and old victories. It wasn’t even so long ago that the double doors were swinging shut behind me and I could feel the tension vibrating through the building. I was feeling anxious.Game nights always had this effect on people.I saw Asher in an instant. He was sitting on the bench with his helmet next to him t h e s hould e r taped more than usual . He seemed sanguine, but I knew better now. Asher carried storms quietly. He always had.It wasn’t long before the stands were filling. Blackpine colors everywhere. Banners overhead. Under the low drone of voices mingling, living and dying like breath.I sat back behind the bench just far enough to catch a glimpse of his jaw clench when the other team came out.Ridgeview.I mean, it was Ridgeview.They had history. Not enough. They tasted bad and sick. Hits that crossed lines and got forgiven. And tonight, each and every one of their players looked like they had something to prove.Asher initially







