Chapter 126 Pictures

• Rook POV
• I start slow, warming up, letting my body fall into the familiar movements. The first few drills are routine, the motions automatic, but it’s not enough. My muscles are still tight, my mind still fucking stuck, frustration sitting heavy in my chest like a weight I can’t shake.
• I push harder, skating faster, my stick slamming against the puck as I fire off shot after shot. The first few go wide. Too fucking wide. I grit my teeth, adjust, force my focus back to where it needs to be.