Winter Hart
When the whistle blew and the puck dropped, Wyatt swung at the new captain of the Dark Knights, Austin. Sydney and I were both standing as the two punched it out. Warren threw up his hands when the ref blew the whistle again, and the two separated. I couldn't hear what they were yelling over the roar of the crowd, but I had a feeling the fight was over my best friend. I glanced at Jake, who hadn't moved from his stance between the posts.
Sydney grumbled beside me as we sat, "Fuckin' guy couldn't keep his mouth shut."
I know my brother. He never liked to share. He claimed her, and no matter how far in the past it was, he would still act the same.
"Were you two together the last time we were here?" I asked. I didn't know when it started, only that it did after we returned fro
