Todos los capítulos de Hate On The Ice, Mine In The Dark: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

_Nathan’s POV_The drive back to campus felt longer than it should have.I kept the windows cracked even though the air was cold, hoping it would clear my head. It didn’t. My father’s voice still sat in the back of my mind, repeating the same orders with that calm, absolute certainty he always used. No unnecessary contact. No private complications. Report everything. Represent the family properly.By the time I parked near my building, the sun had already gone down. I took my bag from the back seat and headed upstairs. The dorm hallway was quiet. Most people were either out or already settled in for the night. I unlocked my door, dropped the bag by the desk, and stood there for a moment without turning on the main light.My phone buzzed before I could decide what to do next.**Miles:** You’re back.I stared at the message. Of course he knew. I hadn’t even fully closed the door yet.**Nathan:** Just got in.**Miles:** Come over.I sat down on the edge of the bed. Every practical

_Nathan’s POV_By Thursday, the silence had started to feel deliberate.Miles hadn’t texted. Hadn’t waited outside the athletic building. Hadn’t found a reason to cross my path the way he used to. At first it felt like breathing room. By now it just felt unfinished.I got to the lecture hall early and took a seat near the aisle. Theo dropped into the chair beside me a few minutes later, dropping his bag on the floor between us.“You’re early,” he said.“Couldn’t focus in the dorm.”He looked at me for a second. “You look worse than you did at the beginning of the week.”“I’m fine.”“You keep saying that.” He leaned back in his chair. “Space was supposed to help. It doesn’t look like it’s helping.”“I just needed time to think.”“And? Have you thought?”The professor walked in before I could answer. Theo gave me a look that said the conversation wasn’t over, then turned toward the front. I opened my laptop and typed a few notes out of habit. Most of them didn’t mean anything.When clas

_Nathan’s POV_The arena felt different the moment I stepped out of the tunnel.It wasn’t just louder. It was heavier. Pack banners mixed with the usual team colors in the upper sections, and the VIP area was fuller than I had ever seen it for a regular-season game. Dark coats. Formal posture. People who did not come to games unless there was a reason beyond hockey.Theo skated up beside me during warm-ups, following my line of sight before I could look away.“They’re really here,” he said. “I thought the notice was exaggerated.”“It wasn’t.”“Any of them yours?”“My father. Damian Silvermane. A few others.” I paused. “Rowan too.”Theo’s expression tightened. “The Golden Pack King?”“Yes.”He exhaled through his nose. “Great. No pressure, then.”I didn’t answer. I had already found Rowan in the stands. He sat near the center of the VIP section, composed and unreadable, watching the ice like the rest of us were there for his evaluation. When my eyes landed on him, he didn’t look surpri

_Nathan’s POV_The rescheduled game was only a few days away, and campus had started treating it like more than a rematch.People talked about it in the dining hall. In the library. In the hallways after class. Not always loudly, but often enough that it became impossible to ignore. The first game had ended unfinished under too many important eyes. The second one was already being framed as the correction. A clean result. A statement. No more embarrassment for either pack.Theo dropped into the seat across from me in the student café and stole one of the fries off my tray before I could stop him.“You’re not eating,” he said.“I’m thinking.”“That explains the look.” He leaned back. “Whole building’s talking about the rematch. Coach wants sharp practices. Your father already sent another note to the athletic office. And Kane said Damian’s been on Miles twice since the tie.”I looked up. “Kane told you that?”“We talk more than we used to.” Theo shrugged like it was nothing. “Hard not

_Nathan’s POV_The loss followed me into the next day like a second shadow.It wasn’t just the score. I had lost games before. What sat heavier was where it had happened — under those seats, under those eyes, with Elias watching every mistake harden into a finished failure. By morning, campus talk had already moved from the rematch itself to what it meant. The Growlers had closed it. We had not. The packs had their result. My father had his disappointment.Theo found me outside the athletic building before class, hands in his jacket pockets, expression already set.“You look like you didn’t sleep,” he said.“I slept enough.”“That bad?”“My father hasn’t called yet. That’s worse.”Theo grimaced. “He’s going to.”“I know.”We walked toward the main path with the morning crowd moving around us. Kane and a couple of Growlers passed on the opposite side of the courtyard. Kane gave Theo a short nod. Theo returned it. The exchange was small. I barely registered it. My head was still full of