
por Kallie Frost & Harper B. Cole
Chapter Four Wesley I was trotting along the edge of campus when I caught a familiar smell. I don't know why, but I followed it and found myself heading straight up to the arena doors. Was he inside? I closed my eyes and focused on my human form, easily changing back. Once human again, I swiped my ID by the door and quietly went inside. The unmistakable sound of a stick slapping into a puck echoed down the hall. The arena was quite a bit darker than it was during practices or games, but not an issue for shifter eyes, even in human form. I quietly walked closer to the ice and, sure enough, Zane was in the middle of the rink. There were easily a dozen pucks scattered around the net and a large pile of them next to him.
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