Rowan’s Pov Number 14—gone from the Thursday line sheet. Replaced by a transfer I hadn't even seen take a penalty-kill shift yet. Anger, hot and sharp enough to taste, flooded my mouth. I stepped forward, chest heaving, ready to tear Coach Brooks apart right there in the corridor. "Coach, my skating metrics are top three on the squad," I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. "I haven't missed a single execution drill—" "You missed your mandatory league medical clearance sign-off, Hayes," Coach interrupted, his voice flat, final, and immovable. He tapped the pink slip with a heavy thumb. "Administrative flagged a discrepancy on your pre-season panel. Until Nurse Evans signs off on a physical fitness review, you're benched from contact rotation. Safety protocol. Non-negotiable." Someone reported me. Bianca. Or one of the old-world pack snitches tracking my hallway routes. Panic clawed up my throat, telling me to run, pack the bag, bolt for the midnight bus before the board dragged
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