Page 457 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

They're tied.

Neck and fucking neck.

"Thirty seconds," Rae croaks beside me, grabbing my arm. "Oh my gods, they have thirty seconds."

"Don't tell me! I don't want to know!"

The JumboTron flashes a shot of Whiskey looking downright dangerous, no trace of the happy-go-lucky alpha I know off the ice, Valek right behind him, arcing to the left.

"Twenty-five seconds, Ivy!"

"RAE!"

The Demons have the puck in our zone. Nikolai Vlakov is fucking relentless, clearing bodies every time we try to break out. He's a menace, and he works in tandem with the blond pretty boy alpha who's fought him no less than three times tonight, even though they're on the same team. He's gotten four goals tonight and he's hunting a fifth.

The season is on the line and the pretty one decides to go psycho.

He's skating backward with the puck, blowing a kiss at Whiskey and winking in an attempt to confuse and distract him. It worked on Wraith earlier, who glanced around in bewilderment, but it doesn't work on Whiskey.

Whiskey is locked the fuck in.

"Raven's showboating," Caleb mutters from my right. "He does it whenever Nikolai's pissed. Finn watches their footage."

"Finn studies their footage," Finn corrects, sniffing guiltily. "For editorial reasons."

"For gay reasons," Olivia says distractedly, not looking away from the ice, Minnie bouncing on her hip. "Pass, pass! PASS IT!"

Wraith gets the puck.

Everyone comes up off their seats, and I slam my palms against the glass, my heart leaping into my chest. I feel Wraith's surge of energy through our bond. He blows past one Demon, then two, three, his skates eating the ice in massive strides.

Nikolai peels off the blue line to meet him.

Wraith doesn't take the shot.

He never takes shots when Val's open.

The pass goes across and Val catches it, tape to tape, snapping it into the net before the Demons' goalie finishes hitting the ice.

The horn goes off.

The arena goes fucking insane.

Val turns to the glass, finding me immediately, and taps his glove against his chest twice, then points to me.

I make kiss faces at him just in time for the entire team to dogpile him and Wraith against the boards. Both alphas disappear completely beneath the swarm of celebration.

"THAT'S MY BOYS!" Olivia screams, or maybe I'm the one screaming and she's just yelling, Minnie shrieking with delight.

Confetti flutters down in a blue-and-silver rain, everywhere, so thick I can barely see the ice. It catches in my hair, sticking to my face as I jump up and down against the glass, whooping. The Carters hug and yell around me.

On the other end of the ice, Raven has both hands in his golden hair, staring at the ceiling. Nikolai skates over and says something to him, and Raven shoves him, and now they're fighting viciously against the boards.

Pretty sure that's how those two say good game.

"Go," Olivia says, pushing Minnie into my arms. "Hurry. Before the beefcake security guy remembers he's supposed to stop you."

"I'm technically supposed to wait until⁠—"