DamonBy the third night, I had watched Mooncrest’s last six matches so many times that I could predict every movement before the players made it.The strategy room had become the only place where my thoughts felt organized. Outside those walls, everything in my life was complicated. My father was planning an engagement party I did not want. Lelia was hiding bruises and fear behind perfect manners. Mason was keeping something important from me. My mate bond had started reacting to a pack that should have meant nothing.Inside the strategy room, there were only patterns.Movements.Choices.Mistakes.Unfortunately, every pattern I studied seemed to lead back to Elliot.I replayed Mooncrest’s most recent match and watched their defenders spread across the ice. The opposing team expected them to protect the center, but Mooncrest deliberately left a narrow opening near the boards. The moment the winger took it, two defenders closed around him and stole possession.I had seen that idea bef
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