Kayden
The third period was brutal. Both teams played like it was a game of survival. As soon as the puck dropped, the world narrowed down to the black disc and the ice.
At least I got my first revenge of the night on Damian. He was the reason why Rhys couldn't join us for this period, and pushing him down on the ice brought a satisfactory smirk to my face.
But that seemed to anger the bears as they circled me trying to put me in place.
''Watch the freak,'' one of them growled, a big brute named something I didn't care to remember. He tried to pin me against the boards, his stick jamming into my ribs, leveraging his weight to crush me into the glass.
I saw him quickly and didn't just dodge him; I spun around, my skates carving a jagged arc into the ice that sent a spray of frost into his face. I was faster than I had ever been, fueled by so many things tonight.
