MasukThe road through the mountains of Whistler was dark and quiet.
Alex’s truck climbed the narrow road toward Jake’s cabin. Pine trees surrounded the road like tall shadows, and the sky was full of bright stars.
Alex’s heart was beating fast.
He had told his teammates he was going to the gym late. That was a lie.
The truth was much stranger.
He was driving to see Jake Harlow.
A vampire.
The word still sounded crazy in his head. But Jake’s kiss, his voice, the way he looked at him—Alex couldn’t forget any of it.
A warm yellow light glowed from the cabin windows.
Alex walked up the wooden steps and knocked.
The door opened.
Jake stood there shirtless, wearing loose sweatpants. His dark hair was messy, and his blue eyes immediately locked on Alex.
“You came,” Jake said quietly.
Alex laughed nervously. “Yeah… I couldn’t stay away.”
Jake stepped aside to let him in.
Inside, the cabin felt warm and cozy. A fire burned in the stone fireplace. Hockey sticks and old jerseys hung on the walls. The place looked like a mix between a sports shrine and a mountain home.
Jake closed the door behind him.
“One last chance, Thorne,” he said seriously. “I’m not human. Being close to me could end badly.”
Alex walked straight up to him.
“Too late,” he said.
He pulled Jake into a kiss.
This kiss was slower than the one in the sauna, but much deeper.
Jake’s hands moved around Alex’s back and shoulders, pulling him closer. Alex felt Jake’s cool skin and strong muscles under his hands.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” Jake whispered.
They kept kissing as they moved toward the fireplace.
Soon jackets, shirts, and shoes ended up scattered on the floor.
The firelight flickered across the room.
Jake gently pushed Alex down onto the rug in front of the fire. They laughed softly, nervous but excited.
For a moment they simply looked at each other.
Alex reached up and pulled Jake down into another kiss.
They stayed like that for a long time—holding each other, talking quietly, and discovering each other without rushing.
Jake’s cool skin slowly warmed against Alex’s.
Later, as they lay close together, Jake’s fangs slowly appeared again.
He hesitated.
“I shouldn’t,” he whispered.
Alex touched his face.
“It’s okay,” Alex said softly. “I trust you.”
Jake leaned down carefully and bit Alex’s neck.
There was a small sting, then a strange warm feeling spreading through Alex’s body. It wasn’t painful—it felt almost like a powerful rush of energy.
Jake quickly pulled back and gently closed the small wound with his tongue.
Two tiny marks remained on Alex’s neck.
“I’m not turning you,” Jake said. “Just… tasting.”
Alex laughed breathlessly.
“That might be the craziest night of my life.”
They lay by the fire talking for a long time.
Jake told him pieces of his past—being turned in 1876 in London, living through different eras, and using sports like hockey to stay connected to the world.
“Hockey keeps me sane,” Jake admitted. “But you… you actually see me.”
Alex looked at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “And now we’ve got a problem.”
Jake smiled slightly. “The league?”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “And probably a lot worse.”
Jake’s expression darkened.
“There are people who hunt vampires,” he said quietly. “If they know I’m here…”
Suddenly Alex’s phone buzzed.
A text from a teammate.
“Where are you? Coaches looking for you.”
Alex groaned and started getting dressed.
“Guess I should go before they think I disappeared.”
Jake walked him to the door.
“Tomorrow night?” Alex asked.
Jake smiled faintly.
“Midnight,” he said.
They shared one last kiss before Alex left.
The next morning at training camp, things felt different.
Some scouts were watching more closely than usual.
One of them kept staring at Jake.
Alex tried to ignore it.
Until his phone buzzed again.
A voicemail from an unknown number.
The message was cold and calm.
“Harlow is hiding something, Thorne. Look deeper… or you’ll end up dead with him.”
Alex felt a chill run through his body.
Vampire hunters.
And somehow… they already knew his name.
The house didn’t go back to normal.Not right away.It didn’t need to—but that didn’t stop everyone from noticing the difference.—Finn stayed in his room.Not shut away.Just… there.The door stayed open now, a few inches at first, then a little more as the evening settled in.It wasn’t an invitation exactly.But it wasn’t a barrier either.—Jake passed by once, then again.Didn’t stop.Didn’t look in for too long.Just enough to register that Finn was still on the bed, ankle propped slightly, the ice pack resting where it should be.Still there.Still okay.—Alex checked once.Knocked lightly against the doorframe instead of the door.“Still good?”Finn nodded. “Yeah.”A pause.“…Thanks.”Alex gave a small nod back. “Of course.”Then he left again.No hovering.—It was quieter than usual.Not tense.Just… thoughtful.—Liam noticed it most.He’d been there earlier.He’d seen how it went wrong.And how it almost went right.Which, somehow, made it harder to place.—He lingered i
They don’t go right away.Even after they agree—together—they still wait a little longer.Not out of doubt.Out of respect.—The house settles around them.A quiet shift of pipes, a faint creak in the floorboards, the low hum of something electrical in the background. Ordinary sounds. Familiar.Grounding.Jake leans back against the counter again, arms loosely crossed now, not tight like before. Alex stays close, shoulder brushing his, not moving away.They don’t talk.They don’t need to.The decision’s already been made.—After a minute, Jake exhales. “…Okay.”Alex glances at him. “Yeah?”Jake nods toward the hallway. “We should go before I overthink it.”A faint smile touches Alex’s mouth. “You already are.”“Exactly my point.”That earns a quiet breath of laughter—small, but real.—Jake pushes off the counter.This time, he doesn’t pace.He just stands there for a second, steadying himself.Alex reaches out, fingers catching his sleeve briefly—not stopping him, just anchoring.J
The front door clicked shut softer than usual.That was the first sign.Not the limp—though it was there, faint but careful. Not the way Finn kept his eyes forward as he stepped inside.It was the quiet.“Hey,” Alex called from the kitchen.Finn didn’t stop walking. “Hey.”“Everything okay?”“Yeah.”Too quick.Too flat.And then he was already down the hall.A door closed—not hard, not sharp. Just… final.—Jake leaned back against the counter, arms folding loosely across his chest. He didn’t look at Alex right away.Alex didn’t need him to.“He’s not okay,” Alex said quietly.Jake let out a slow breath through his nose. “No.”They didn’t move.Didn’t follow.That part—they’d learned.—A beat passed.Then another.Jake reached for the edge of the counter, tapping his fingers against it once before stilling them. “That was worse than yesterday.”Alex nodded slightly. “Yeah.”“Something didn’t work.”It wasn’t a question.Alex glanced toward the hallway, then back. “Or it worked… until
It didn’t fall apart.That would’ve been easier to recognize.There was no sharp argument, no raised voices, no moment where everything clearly went wrong. If anything, it started like every other day had been starting lately—steady, familiar in its new way.That was what made it harder to catch.—They were moving through town this time, not the field. Narrow streets, uneven stone underfoot, small shifts in elevation that didn’t look like much until you stepped on them wrong.Finn had been doing fine.Not perfect, but fine.Answering when they asked. Asking when he needed to. Keeping pace without pushing it too far.It felt… manageable.Normal, in a different way.—“Do you want to take a break?”Liam’s voice came as they slowed near a corner.Finn shook his head. “No, I’m good.”And he was.At least, he thought he was.Jake nodded, accepting it. Alex didn’t say anything, just adjusted his path slightly so he was walking closer to Finn’s left side.Not touching.Just there.—They ke
It wasn’t immediate.The shift from that conversation—honest, steady, unfinished—didn’t resolve into anything clean the next day. Or the one after that. Nothing snapped into place.Instead, things… carried.Finn noticed it in the small gaps.Not the big moments—the asking, the answering, the careful choices they’d agreed on. Those held. They were trying, and it showed.But in between?That was where the old habits lingered.“Do you want help?” Jake asked, casual, like it was nothing.Finn glanced up from where he was balancing awkwardly on one foot, shoe half-on. “…No, I’ve got it.”Jake nodded. “Okay.”And he meant it.He didn’t step in. Didn’t hover. Didn’t even stay too close.But he didn’t leave either.He leaned against the wall instead, arms crossed loosely, gaze drifting—not fixed on Finn, not ignoring him.Just… there.Finn noticed that too.It wasn’t pressure.But it wasn’t absence.And somehow, that middle ground still felt unfamiliar.—Later, it was Liam.“You’re limping m
They didn’t move right away.Not after the agreement, not after the quiet “we good.” It could have ended there—clean, resolved—but something in the air resisted being wrapped up that neatly. The moment had settled, but it hadn’t disappeared.Finn noticed it first.Not in anything obvious. No one was tense. No one was hovering wrong again. But the quiet stretched a little longer than before, like there was still something unspoken sitting just beneath it.He shifted slightly, testing his ankle again. The pain was still there—duller now that he wasn’t pretending it wasn’t—but steady enough to keep his attention.“…It’s not just the ankle,” he said.The words slipped out before he fully decided to say them.Jake turned his head. Liam stilled. Alex, who had just pulled his hands back, paused halfway through leaning away.No one interrupted.Finn let out a breath through his nose. “…I mean—it is. But it’s not just that.”Liam’s voice came carefully. “Okay.”Not what do you mean. Not explai
Light didn’t just fill the chamber—it erased it.ImpactFor a single, impossible moment there was no ice.No cold.No Crown Court. Only connection.Finn and Liam stood at the center of it all—arms outstretched, eyes glowing with something far beyond human.Not just power. Balance.The Network Reve
The cold wasn’t natural.It wasn’t the sharp bite of winter or the familiar sting of rink air.This was older.ArrivalThe transport descended through a sky that had no stars.Below them stretched a frozen wasteland—endless, silent, untouched by time.No roads. No lights. No signs of life. Only ice
Opening night arrived in Vancouver with a kind of electricity the city hadn’t felt since the championship win.Outside Rogers Arena, fans packed the streets hours early, chanting, waving flags, and holding up signs:“DEFEND THE CUP!”“THORNE FAMILY FOREVER!”“PUP POWER RETURNS!”Inside, the arena l
The next morning in Vancouver came with a crisp bite in the air and a sky so clear it felt like the calm before something bigger.At Rogers Arena, things were already buzzing again. Not with playoff chaos this time—but with curiosity.Because today wasn’t just practice.It was Finn and Liam’s first







