THIRD PERSON The high, domed roof of the grand arena seemed to shrink as a heavy, breathless quiet fell over the fifteen thousand spectators. On the icy rink below, Bradley stood frozen in the tight grip of the league security guards. The arrogant smirk that had lived on his face for weeks was completely gone, replaced by a pale, hollow look of pure terror. Sweat dripped down his forehead, running in clear streams into his collar.High above the ice, the giant digital screens flashed a deep, dark red. The audio graphic jumped back to life, and the final recorded phone call blasted out through the massive speakers, echoing off every wall of the frozen stadium."Is everything ready on your end, Bradley?"The deep, smooth voice of Tristan Lockwood filled the quiet arena. It was unmistakable. Every pack member, every hockey fan, and every official in Winterridge instantly recognized the voice of Trenton's dark, scheming twin brother."The referees are locked in, Tristan," Bradley’s recor
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