The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, carrying the scent of frost and sweat, and beneath the harsh white lights overhead, everything felt sharper, faster, more brutal. At the center of it all was Chase Voss.He moved like he owned the rink, like every inch of ice bent to his will. His strides were powerful, controlled, each push sending him gliding forward with dangerous precision. The puck stayed under his command, weaving between defenders like it belonged to him. But today, there was something off. Something darker.“Pass it!” one of his teammates shouted, skating into position. But Chase didn’t.Instead, he cut sharply to the left, slipping past one player before slamming his shoulder into another, sending him crashing into t
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