Mabel’s POV"Iver, quit yelling my name like that," I said, grinning anyway as I spotted him waving at me from the field.He looked sharp in his dark gray jersey with the silver wolf outline, number seven on the back. The low divider kept us apart, but the way he waved made it feel like we were only steps away.I raised a hand in return, hoping his voice hadn’t cut through the noise too much. Music thumped in the background, laughter rolled across the seats, and yet Iver still managed to draw attention.Predictably, Finch caught it first. He jogged over, wearing the same jersey with a bold number five. His smile stretched wide."Good that you made it.""I said I’d come cheer, didn’t I?" My voice carried fine without shouting.From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ronan look up. He scanned the crowd, spotted me alone, and motioned me over. His mental link must have nudged the others, because the
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