Page 113 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
And the puck.
Clark got it and passed it to Carlos. I got into position, ready for one of them to pass it to me. I stumbled again.
What was wrong with me? I felt weird… heavy.
Coach should call a line change soon. I’d have a sports drink and a hydrogel. Yeah. That would help me shake off this sluggishness.
Maybe during intermission, I could get some pickles or a banana.
Carlos passed the puck to me, but I no longer had a line to the goal. The strange feeling washed over me again, and my hand shook. Panic flooded me. I shot the puck back to Carlos, who was in a better position to score. My stick fell out of my hand and I slumped to the ice.
I heard a crack and everything went black.
Chapter Thirty-Three
AJ
Wrongness coated me. The arena grew silent. Grif didn’t move. A strange sensation coursed through the bond as I watched in horror while my beloved slumped on the ice.
Get up, Boo-Boo. Get up.
That wrongness turned to fear as he didn’t move.
Move, damn it.
Players rushed toward him. Dr. Mosser jumped over the boards as the refs blew their whistles.
“Grif.” Panic wafted off Verity.
A growl ripped from my lips. Not at her, but at everyone else–warning them to get out of the way as I got to my omega. My love.
My mate.
I shot out of our row and flew down the stairs to the glass. People yelled at me as I backed up, then took it at a run.
The fastest way to get to him was over the glass.
In a way only an alpha trying to help their injured mate could, I leapt up to the top of the glass and jumped down onto the ice. Pain shot through my leg, but I didn’t fucking care.
Only Grif mattered as my basest, most primal instinct to protect my mate came out.Must. Get. To. Grif. Now.
I tore across the ice. People shouted at me. Ignoring them, I made it to his side and hauled his body into my arms.Mate.
“Grif, I’m here, talk to me,” I growled, taking off his helmet and touching his face, protecting him with my body.
“You shouldn’t be here,” someone said.
I growled, keeping him close.
“Wake up, Grif,” I demanded. The bond had gone quiet, which made me nervous.
“That’s Grif’s bonded alpha. AJ, can you put him down so Dr. Mosser can look him over? An ambulance is waiting if we need it.” Jonas crouched down next to me.
I snarled at him. Grif was mine.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be here either. Where are you all coming from?” one ref grumbled.
“Here you go, Plant Prof, he’s right here,” an accented voice said. “She’s Grif’s, too.”
