Page 142 of Break The Ice

“What’s that?” I slur.

“I put a tracker on her,” Callan says gravely.

We start moving again, me supported by Callan and Kit leading us against the ocean of people. I keep struggling forward, though, refusing to waste anymore energy on conversation.

“Go to the ice,” I mutter. “She’s gone to break the ice.” The refrain keeps going through my head, over and over. I trust the voice.

Callan looks at me sideways. “Okay, Raider. Okay.”

Chapter forty-four

Wren

Coach Smith pushes, shoves,and bullies me back to our locker rooms. He shoves me at the bench. Most of the team is gone. They disappeared when the sirens went off, but I can’t leave without my pack.

“Wait for a moment. I need to explain.”

I bounce up, furious, and shove him so hard he flies into the locker. “Fuck you! I need to find her!”

Coach rushes towards me, his eyes huge and watery. “Listen, just listen-”

I shove past him and jog across the room.

“I’ll tell you where they went! Where he’s going. You just need to listen!”

I freeze. Fury and desperation warring with each other. “You know where he’s going?”

“Yes! Just hear me out. Please, you need to hear me out.”

“You have two minutes,” I hiss at the coward I used to call coach.

We stay silent, waiting until almost everyone is gone, it takes about thirty seconds. I don’t have the time, but I need to know what he has to say. If he can tell me where that asshole is taking her, it will be worth it.

Coach sits down and looks at me. His eyes are shadowed, and there’s a whole lot of regret there. He looks like a man at the end of his tether.

“All I had was this team.”

“You have her,” I snap, furious all over again.

“No, he has her.”

I fist his shirt and drag him so we’re nose-to-nose. “She is mine. She does not belong to him.”

He shakes his head and stands up. “Typhor called again. Because I didn’t bench Raider, I’m to suffer the consequences. I’m fired. Tonight is my last game. He wanted you gone, and I agree, you deserve better, so I said yes to the trade. It’s for your own good.”

I squeeze his shirt tighter, drawing him even closer. I want to rip him apart. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think I will ever leave that beta? Nothing on Earth is going to keep me from her or that pack.”

Patrick Smith, former coach of the Greene Demons, starts to weep. I wrinkle my nose and thrust him away from me. He falls over the bench and hits his head but slowly sits back up.

“Where is Ryann?” I snarl. I’m mentally counting the seconds and starting to panic.

“He knew everything about everything. I couldn’t get away from him. He blackmailed me.”

I freeze, absolutely appalled. “Coach, tell me you didn’t? You told Typhor everything? About Raider, the pack, me?”

“Yes, I told him whatever he wanted to know,” Coach whispers. “I lost everything, too. She’s stronger than I am. Ryann can survive!”

I see red, but he’s so pathetic. I can’t even find it in me to hit him.

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