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I didn't move a single millimeter. I turned my head slightly, my freezing, black glare sweeping across the entire locker room, locking eyes with every single player sitting on the benches. "I'm saying this once for the whole damn room," I announced, my voice echoing clearly off the concrete walls, laced with venom. "Janessa Moreno is off-limits. If I hear a single one of you whisper her name, if I see a single look, or if anyone in here calls her a puck-bunny again... you are getting a hockey stick directly to the ribs. I will personally ruin your spot on this roster. Try me. I am begging every single one of you to try me."

She dragged Oliver inside, pushed him into his small bedroom and locked the door from the outside to make him think about his mistake. At the exact same time, Alexander sat in a dark, quiet office back in the city. A private detective sat across the wooden table. The detective handed Alexander a thick brown folder. It was the secret investigation file about the accident five years ago. Alexander opened the folder. His large hands began to shake immediately. His grey eyes moved fast over the typed words. He felt his blood turn into freezing ice. Alexander read the paper out loud. His deep voice trembled badly. "Dr. William Hartley refused to inject the hockey players with illegal doping drugs

John held hands while they patiently answered question for the crowd until Bentsen managed to get them out of the terminal, Word is that Vorchak will be the new spokesman and public face for the Kids and Hockey Foundation. HFK provides opportunities for kids who want to play hockey, including those with some physical challenge. They also award a number of college scholarships annually. Before making his escape from the crowd, Vorchak also indicated that he would be making a substantial contribution to the foundation himself. We wish Matt and Liz a lot of happiness and look forward to seeing more of both of them. End of Part One: Body Check

he gestured to the rink, the schedule taped to the wall, the endless noise of the locker room “This eats up most of your time.” I shrugged. “We’re not even official.” “But you care.” I looked down at my gloves. “Yeah.” “Then don’t let hockey eat everything in your life,” he said. And that stuck with me. The rest of the day was a blur of backchecking drills, defensive zone coverage, and relentless shouts from Coach Simmons, who I was 90% sure used to be a drill sergeant before switching to hockey. By the time I got back to the hotel, my calves were jelly and my brain was fried.

one of the athletic assistants greeted, handing me a digital tablet. “Morning, Aaron. Is the first student ready?” “Yeah, he’s warming up on the treadmill.” Aaron smirked slightly. “You’ve got the hockey team today. Just a warning, they’ve been talking about you since the schedule dropped.” I raised a brow. “Talking?” He chuckled. “Let’s just say motivation levels are through the roof.” I sighed, shaking my head but hiding a small smile. “Tell them to keep their focus on the tests, not me.”

TIMOTHY POV The ice was slick beneath Timothy's skates as he glided across the hockey rink. The sharp blades of his skates cut through the surface, sending sprays of ice crystals into the air. The arena was alive with the sounds of the game, the thud of sticks against pucks, the clatter of players colliding, and the cheers of the crowd. But amid the cacophony of the game, there was a deafening silence that echoed in Timothy's heart. He had come to this match with a sense of resignation, knowing all too well what he would find—or rather, what he wouldn't find.