JaceI had played in front of packed arenas before, but rivalry games at Blackwood always felt different.The noise started long before the puck dropped. Students crowded the stands in academy colors, homemade signs pressed against the glass while the pep band attempted to drown out the visiting section. Pack crests hung beside Blackwood’s silver-and-navy banners, and every howl rolling through the arena seemed to wake something restless beneath my skin. By the time I stepped onto the ice for warmups, the air practically vibrated with anticipation.This was the kind of game I lived for.Fast.Physical.Personal.Silver Ridge had beaten us twice last season, including the loss that ended our championship run, and no one on our team had forgotten it. Coach Daniels certainly hadn’t. He had spent the entire week drilling their forecheck into our heads and warning us that their defense would bait us into making impatient decisions.Usually, the moment my blades touched the ice, everything
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