MALACHARThree Weeks Later…The defenseman wanted me gone. I twisted with the puck in my possession, then tossed it back to Sky, who I could smell behind me at exactly ten feet. I stickhandled past the defenseman afterwards. He wasn’t quick enough to notice the puck already back in my possession. “How—cap, what the fuck?” Ryan Walter ripped off his helmet as soon as I scored. “Coach!”“Stetson isn’t here to baby your ass. Grow up,” Sky, the left wing, told him, chuckling while following me.Saturday was scrimmage and we’d been at it for almost two hours. I didn’t need practice to understand human gameplay, but Coach Stetson had left me in charge of the team today. He had business to take care of.“That was impossible,” Ryan said.I stopped and turned. The rest of the team had gathered around us.“What the hell are you chirping about?” Sky pushed at Ryan’s chest, keeping him from me.“Malachar knows what I’m talking about,” Ryan insisted. I could snap this human in two in barely a
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