Game day always had a kind of buzz to it. A special kind of excitement and hype. But today, it felt different.
By the time I reached the rink, the bleachers were already filled. Wolves clustered together in packs, whispering. Humans sat farther up, curious but clueless about half the drama they were feeding off. Everywhere I looked, I could feel people talking. The dead boy. The challenge. And Jane.
My name kept getting paired with hers like it was glued there.
I tried to block it all out, but whispers had a way of getting under your skin, especially today.
Jason bumped my shoulder as we walked into the locker room.
“You good?” he asked.
“Fine,” I lied.
He looked at me like he didn’t buy it, “You don’t seem fine.”
“I said I’m fine.”
He raised both hands. “Alright. Just checking.
