Amaya's pov The diner they take me to is packed with hockey players and their friends, all riding the high of the win. We squeeze into a large corner booth—Alvaro immediately claiming the spot next to me, Luciano on my other side, and Javier across from us. I'm wedged between two walls of muscle, and my wolf is purring contentedly about it.I try not to think about what that means."Best game of the season," says Marcus, their team captain, from the neighboring booth. He raises his soda. "To Luciano's monster of a goal."The table erupts in cheers and stick-tapping against the vinyl seats. Luciano just shakes his head, but I can feel his satisfaction through the bond."It was a team effort," he says, ever the diplomat."Bullshit," Alvaro laughs. "You snapped that puck so hard the goalie probably saw his life flash before his eyes.""The pass was perfect," Luciano counters, nodding at Alvaro. "I just had to redirect it.""Look at them being humble," Javier says to me, his eyes warm wi
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