Practice was already in full motion when Coach walked back onto the ice deck.Jax sat in his usual place along the boards with the tablet, marking notes between drills. The rest of the team moved through a cycle of rush sequences under one of the assistants. Nothing about the morning had felt unusual until Coach’s voice cut across the rink.“Rivera. My office, now.”The whistle from the assistant died mid-call. Several players slowed. A few stopped completely. Jax looked up. Coach’s expression was closed, the same hard focus he had carried out of the archive room earlier. There was no private gesture, no quiet signal to wait until after practice. The summons was public.Ethan, standing near the far circle, exchanged a quick glance with Tyler. Eli eased to a stop near the boards. Even Marcus, usually careful about where he placed his attention, turned his head.Jax set the tablet down on the bench. “Coach?”“You heard me. Office.”The assistant coach recovered first. “Keep moving. Same
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