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The Montana sky was a cathedral of blue and gold, the mountains still crowned with snow. The wedding lodge outside Dillon was alive with energy, laughter, and the kind of nerves that only come when everything is about to change. For one weekend, the Cannibals and Wolves—rivals, friends, family—had gathered to witness a union that felt like the closing of one era and the uncertain, trembling start of another.Jeremy stood on the porch, best man’s boutonniere pinned to his lapel, watching the wind ripple through the wildflowers. His mind spun with the Talons’ offer, the future with Alex, and the weight of promises made and yet to be kept. The sound of the river below, the distant laughter inside, and the sharp mountain air all seemed to sharpen the moment, making everything feel more real—and more fragile.A Wedding in the MountainsThe rehearsal dinner was a riot of stories and toasts, old teammates ribbing each other, and Lloyd—usually the embodiment of calm—fu

Philadelphia was a city that pulsed with ambition and memory. The skyline shimmered in the late summer dusk, the streets alive with the noise of possibility and the weight of expectation. Jeremy and Alexandra’s apartment, perched above a bustling avenue, felt both like a fortress and a crucible. Boxes still lined the walls, half-unpacked, as if neither was ready to admit this was home.The Talons’ stadium glowed in the distance—a beacon, a challenge. Tonight was Jeremy’s first NAFL preseason game in six years, the first since the hit that nearly ended his career. The city buzzed with anticipation, the media hyped the “Cannibal Bros” return, and Jeremy felt every eye in the city on his back.But his thoughts kept drifting to Alexandra, who’d been pale and distracted all day. He’d seen the way she stared at her phone, the way her hands shook when she thought he wasn’t looking. There was a storm brewing, and he could feel it in his bones.A Visitor from the P

The press conference room was a battlefield. Security guards strained to hold back the tide of reporters as cameras flashed and voices shouted over each other. Alexandra stood at the podium, her hands gripping the edges, her heart pounding so hard she could barely hear her own thoughts. The intruder—a face from her past, a man she’d hoped never to see again—was being dragged away by stadium security, but his accusations still hung in the air like smoke.Jeremy was at her side in an instant, his arm around her, his eyes blazing with fury and protectiveness. “We’re leaving,” he said, voice low and firm.But Alexandra shook her head. “No. I’m not running.”The Talons’ PR team rushed them into a private office, the door slamming shut behind them, muffling the chaos outside. The room was small, the air thick with tension. Alexandra sank into a chair, her hands trembling, her mind racing. Jeremy paced, his jaw clenched, his fists tight.After the ExplosionThe Talons’ head coach burst into

The rain had returned to Philadelphia, drumming against the windows of the Talons’ facility as if the city itself were warning of another coming storm. Inside, the mood was tense, the usual banter and laughter replaced by nervous whispers and sidelong glances. The league had made its move.The NAFL’s official statement had arrived that morning: a formal investigation into Alexandra Jordan’s past and the Talons’ handling of the swirling controversy. League investigators—stone-faced men and women in dark suits—arrived at the facility, clipboards in hand, their presence chilling the air.Alexandra sat in the windowless conference room, her hands folded tightly in her lap, as the lead investigator, a woman named Ms. Garvey, leafed through a thick folder of documents.“We’ll be thorough, Ms. Jordan,” Garvey said, her tone flat but not unkind. “We’re not here to judge, just to find the truth.”Alexandra nodded, her jaw set. “That’s all I want.”

The city was electric with anticipation. Philadelphia’s streets pulsed with the energy of a new NAFL season, banners fluttering from lampposts, fans in Talons green and silver crowding every corner. The stadium, a coliseum of steel and glass, glowed in the evening light. Inside, the roar of the crowd was a living thing, surging and falling with every announcement, every flash of the jumbotron.Jeremy stood in the tunnel, helmet in hand, heart pounding. The “Cannibal Bros” hype was everywhere—his face and Lockjaw’s on the big screen, the crowd chanting their names. For a moment, he closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him, feeling the weight of expectation settle on his shoulders. He glanced down the tunnel and caught Alexandra’s eye. She stood in her practice jersey, clipboard in hand, her gaze steady and proud.He smiled, and she gave him a small, reassuring nod. Whatever happened tonight, they were in it together.The Season BeginsThe Talons stormed onto the field to a thun