Romans & histoires Puck Kills Subaru

All I had to do was pass it to him for an easy shot. Instead, I sent the puck flying at him with every ounce of strength I had, aiming directly for his head. It was a pass that could shatter a human skull. A pass that no normal person could possibly react to in time. Time seemed to slow down. I saw Lucien's head snap toward the incoming puck. Saw his eyes widen slightly, the first real emotion I'd seen from him all practice. Saw his hand move faster than physics should allow, catching the puck mid-air like it was moving in slow motion.

Before I could make my way through the door, my jaw tightens with determination, and I turn back to look at them. “Hey, Marlon!” I yell. He is taken aback, and turns around to answer. I gather enough strength in my arm and aim the puck in my hand at his face. I don't think I have ever put more strength into a throw. Being the idiot that he is, Marlon doesn't shift, instead he takes the puck right to his left eye and falls to the ground. I could have sworn that I heard something crack…

Just me and the puck and the ice and the thing in my chest that needed to go somewhere. First defender committed. I shifted left, went right. The same move, but faster now. Fueled by something that tasted like metal and felt like drowning. Second defender tried to angle me off. I dropped the puck between my legs, picked it up on the backhand. Third defender – Porter himself. The captain who’d been grinning all night. I looked at his eyes and saw Caleb. Saw my father. Saw every person who’d ever stood between me and the thing I wanted and smiled while they did it. I faked the shot. He dropped. I went around him so close I could hear his breathing.

“What? How?” “The Truce Pack went against their Alpha,” Hank explained. “They refused to fight anymore. They demanded peace. They said they wouldn’t let him continue his madness.” Hughes continued, “Their Alpha had no choice but to come forward and apologize publicly. Everything has been settled.” I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there, staring at them with this strange warm feeling spreading inside me. My shoulders finally relaxed in a way I didn’t even know they needed. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Thank you for everything.”

"For crimes against the High Council and harboring a rogue entity, Alpha Graham of the Blackwood Pack is hereby sentenced to termination." Miranda brought the blade down toward Graham's neck.

Bryson's on the opposing line, and I can see him eyeing me across the ice. "Alright, ladies," Coach shouts. "Let's see some real hockey." The puck drops and everything happens fast. I get possession and start driving toward the goal, but Bryson's coming at me from the side. He's smaller than me, but he hits like a truck. I see him coming. I should brace for impact or pass the puck. Instead, I try to deke around him. Big mistake. Bryson catches me off balance and sends me flying. I hit the ice hard, sliding into the boards while he steals the puck and skates away like nothing happened.

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

“Don't say another word!” He hit my chest playfully. “Come on, man, think about this. She can play a huge role in this case.” My blood boiled instantly. I hit the brakes suddenly, pulling the car over so hard the tires screeched. “Get the fuck out of my car.” Joe blinked. “Gav, come on, I’m just being practical—”

I opened the app. I was familiar with the sender, and the subject line was simple and terrifying. "I know it's fake." My face went pale. My fingers dared not click to read the full email. I just lay there, staring at the unopened email, afraid to click it and afraid not to. Liam's future was on the line, and so was mine. A puck bunny scandal was one thing, but deceiving the public... That record would damage us before the sun set. And whatever Marcus knew could unravel every lie, script, rule, code, and plan before it even properly began.