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I’m tempted to throw the coffee tray out the window. “Did you plant the red devil in my bag?” It physically hurts to put the words out there. To think that he would do this to me. That he would jeopardize my career so selfishly. “During the game, some hotshots from the hockey federation searched the locker rooms and they found shots of red devil in my duffel.” “That’s some serious accusation son. But rest assured, I had nothing to do with it.” Spencer doesn’t react. He’s not angry or surprised by what I’ve just said. He merely takes a sip of his coffee.

reads one headline. Another article is titled "Suspicious Officiating Mars Important Hockey Match." I keep scrolling and find more articles questioning the fairness of the referees and pointing out the obvious bias toward the Rival Fangs. Reading these makes me feel slightly better—at least the majority of people who watched could see what really happened out there. "Golden Girl Luna Faces Unfair Treatment in Controversial Game," reads another headline, accompanied by photos of Sarah and Maya tackling me while the referee looked the other way. I'm so absorbed in reading the coverage that I don't notice Cassie stirring until she taps my arm gently.

Austin's POV The coach’s office was quiet when I walked in. But his expression told me that something was wrong. “Austin,” he said, solemnly. “The organizers just called. The next match is canceled.” I froze. “Canceled? Why?” He turned the laptop toward me. On the screen, a dozen headlines glared back: ‘Werewolf Player Exposed.’ ‘Dangerous Creature Allowed on the Ice?’ ‘Public Calls for Boycott.’ My jaw tightened. The anonymous T*****r post was everywhere. My name, my footage, twisted into something monstrous.

Three new anonymous posts since this morning, all with my name. “Shit, not again!” I read the first one and my stomach dropped, then I read the second one and my hands went still, I stopped halfway through Apparently according to sources that didn't exist, because none of this had happened I had slept with multiple members of the hockey team. I had been working through the roster deliberately. Allegedly some players were making bets, there was a list with my name at the top of it that had been circulated in the team group chat.

Asher said “Officially it’s about safety and harassment after high‑profile games. We invite students, faculty, and security whoever wants in. We talk about what’s really going on. ” “You want to hold a rally,” an elder said with a dry smile. “I want to make it harder for him to hide behind ignorance,” I said. "Right now, shoving the weird hockey girl down the stairs is a joke because nobody knows what it’s connected to." “And the rest?” the liaison asked. “The others, tell us who they are,” I said. "Which is useful”

“With all due respect, Coach, you hired me to be the team medic. This is my medical opinion. If you ignore it and Theo gets injured, that's on you.” Dante's eyes narrowed. He stood up slowly, and even though he was on the ground level of the bench and I was standing on the floor, he still towered over me. The whispers started from all around us, and from the corners of my eye, the players who were currently collapsed on the rink with their partners around them and giving them water to drink, they all had their eyes and ears on us. I knew fully well that if they wanted to use their werewolf senses and listen in on this conversation, it wouldn't be hard. Dante seemed to notice that too. “Can I

From his expression and the fact that he wasn't freaking out right now, he was just fucking confused why we were even here together in the first place. Still, I made a mental note to be more careful next time. I had no problem with my sexuality, but I also wasn’t an idiot to be extremely open about it while being active in a sport like hockey. The whole story Matt had been spreading about me that I had gotten my dick sucked at some frat party by a guy was complete bullshit. I wasn’t reckless enough to let that happen. If we kept getting sloppy, someone was going to put two and two together, and I wasn’t ready to have NHL scouts questioning whether I was here to play hockey or make headlines

A student walked past our table without looking at us. "Six years ago," Liam said. "A hockey player in the Falcons program was at risk of losing his eligibility. Grade complaint. A professor in the sciences had flagged a submission as potentially plagiarized and referred it to the academic integrity panel for review." He looked at me. "The athletics director went to Hartwell. Hartwell was on the academic integrity panel that year as a faculty representative. The complaint was reviewed and closed without formal finding." He paused. "The player kept his eligibility. He went on to have two strong seasons and was drafted."

Two other board members were present. “Take a seat,” she said. I sat. She didn’t waste time. “We’ve reviewed the videos and the social media fallout. The university has a reputation to uphold, especially with major donors watching the hockey program closely. Explain yourself.” I swallowed hard. “It was… a private argument between me and my boyfriend,” I said, forcing the word out. “Asher Hayes. Things got heated. We’re still figuring things out. It won’t happen again.” The Dean raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”