เข้าสู่ระบบJay
You can’t be afraid of the things that make you feel alive.
I don’t remember where I heard it first. Maybe from someone older, someone a whole lot wiser. Someone who didn’t have to&nb
JayYoucan’tbeafraidofthethingsthatmakeyoufeelalive.Idon’trememberwhereIhearditfirst.Maybefromsomeoneolder,someoneawholelotwiser.Someonewhodidn’thavetolivewiththeconsequencesofactuallybelievingit.NowI’mstartingtorealizeit’snotthatsimple.Becausethosethingsdon’tjustmakeyoufeelalive,theymakeyourecklessandeverythingaboutthisistextbookrecklessbutIstilldon&rsqu
MadisonAstingshootsacrossmyknucklesasIpoundonthedoor.Thesoundcomesofftooloudandurgent.Icringe,swallowinghardandsqueezingmyeyesshutlikethat’sgoingtoreversethedecisionI’vealreadycommittedto.Mychestistight,myjawlocked,myfingerscurlingintomypalmasIknockagain,harderthistime,becauseifhethinksI’mjustgoingtowalkaway…ifhethinksI’mgoingtopretend&nb
JayMy jaw shifts slightly, resentment coiling in my chest as Madison’s face flashes through my head and I cut the thought off hard.This is easier, simpler. Straightforward, with no strings attached. It’s just an outlet. A much needed release. “You busy?” I ask.A small pause passes. Then it follows with a softer, knowing exactly what I mean, “For you? Never.”It’s not like I expected anything less. I exhale slowly, something dark settling into place. “Come over.”There’s no hesitation this time. “Send me the address.”I end the call without a goodbye, already keying my address into the phone.I’m not even fully through my door before the knock echoes behind me. A smirk pulls on my lips, a reminder that she’s always been an eager beaver. My shirt’s already halfway off as I make my way to the door, fabric dragging over my shoulders before I toss it somewhere behind me and reach for the handle.The door swings open and she’s standing there already smiling, her long brown hair cascadi
JayIntermission rolls around and Coach is going on about tightening things up, keeping our shifts clean and not getting sloppy just because we’re holding the lead. He’s not wrong but still I’m only half listening, sitting there with my elbows on my knees and my stick hanging loose between my hands. We’re up by three. The arena is roaring around us and everything’s clicking the way it’s supposed to. Normally, this is where I settle into it; where the game slows down in my head, every play lining up before it even happens.By the time Coach is done, guys are talking over each other, still riding the high of a game that’s tilting in our favor. The Dallas Devils haven’t beat the Carolina Capitals all season. Three losses, all tight and ugly. My first game here and we’ve got them scrambling to keep up. It should feel better than this. A slow breath drags through my lungs. Still, it doesn’t settle the restless pacing my wolf is doing under my skin now, his claws scraping against bone li
MadisonThe leather seats are warm beneath me in Adrian’s car, the heat settling into my skin while the city moves past in long, blurred and bright streaks. I find myself watching them a little too closely, like if I focus hard enough, I won’t have to think about anything else.“Nash will be fine tonight,” Adrian says, his voice cutting gently through the silence. He’s calm and certain in a way that suggests he’s already somehow read how the game will go. “He’s been waiting for this one.”I shift slightly in my seat, pulling my attention from the window as his words settle. I almost roll my eyes because this is exactly where his mind always goes. He
JayThere’s a dent in the metal of Ryan’s locker that wasn’t there yesterday.I notice it only because I’ve been staring at the same spot for the last five minutes. My elbow sits on my knee and tape hangs loose from my hand, half wrapped around my stick like I forgot what comes next, which doesn’t happen.Two hours to puck drop, plenty of time to get my head right. That’s the idea, even though it hasn’t happened yet.I drag the tape tight around the blade, slower than usual. Pressing it down with my thumb, I try to ensure a seamless flow like I can force the routine to stick if I’m del







