Mila arrived early, the morning light filtering through the high windows, painting the ice in streaks of gold. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, clipboard pressed to her chest, scanning the notes she had made yesterday, replaying drills and minor observations. Luka’s presence stayed in her mind, his silent watchfulness from yesterday still pressing against her awareness like a shadow she couldn’t shake.The arena was quiet, but the calm didn’t fool her. Mila could already feel the shift—the players were tense, more alert, and Ryder’s influence hung in the air even though he wasn’t beside her. Her heartbeat picked up as she stepped onto the ice, boots crunching lightly. She liked mornings like this—when everything was still in place, and she had full control before the day’s chaos hit.Players started drifting in. Mila moved through them smoothly, checking gear, fixing setups, assigning drills. Her instructions were calm but firm, and everyone listened. Even the younger players
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