Seducing My Werewolf Hockey Captain
Leon noticed me too and gave a vigorous wave, which I returned with a wide, genuine grin.
Once the crowd settled, Fanny stepped to the front as captain. She had this look on her face—complete, unwavering focus. "Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"
The music exploded over the loudspeakers, and we moved as one. The routine was a blur of high-energy tumbles and sharp, synchronized motions. The audience was electric, their cheers fueling every jump. We moved into the stunt pyramid, the climax of our performance. I felt the steady hands of my bases beneath me as I stayed tight, watching Fanny end the set with a perfect split, her movements as fluid as a ballerina.