their hockey sticks with their lips pulled back in almost matching snarls.
“Fuck, guys, you’re both so ugly I don’t even know who to start with. I guess I’ll have to write your parents a letter later, saying no thanks are necessary for improving on your looks because honestly, whatever I do can just make it better.”
He grinned darkly and apparently neither of the werewolves particularly appreciated that. With a noise that could only be defined as a hiss, Caleb threw off his helmet and lunged at Heath. The big bear sidestepped easily, in time to catch Cayman’s fist and lock it in his grip, twisting it around so Cayman had to turn his back to Heath. With a merciless shove, Heath sent him tumbling down on the ice.
Caleb had gotten back up on his feet and came for Heath, fists swinging. He caught Heath on the side of the head, making him growl and flip around so he could match the punch. He wound it up and when he hit, he could feel something cracking against his knuckles as Caleb was thrown back viciously, the back of his head slamming against the plastic partition and his eyes going wide.
He slumped down on his ass and Heath shook his hand for a moment, his eyes dark brown and filled with irritation.
“Fucking chumps,” he muttered, glancing up to see if he could find Sable in the crowd and try and figure out whether he’d just increased or decreased his chances of having a good evening with her now.
Considering the kind of assholes her brothers were, he couldn’t imagine him beating one or both of them up to be anything but a boon to his attempts at wooing the difficult Miss Lynderly. But it also meant that he was distracted for a fraction of a second and Cayman could grab him by his jersey and wrestle him down to the ground. By the time the referees got to them, they had their hands around each other’s necks and Heath was this close to shifting and wreaking havoc on the goddamn wolves.
It wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened. The closer to nationals it got, the more likely it was for someone to lost their cool, shift in the middle of a game, and try to rip out someone else’s throat. It was probably why they got such high attendance numbers during the games the further into the season things got. Everybody loves some unexpected but entirely welcomed carnage.
”Break it up or I’m going to suspend all of you for the rest of the season.”
The magic words were spoken and Caleb and Heath let go of one another immediately. Grumbling, they both got up and Cayman helped Caleb as well, who was clutching his jaw. Heath could see something on the ice that looked like a tooth, and a quick check of his own confirmed that he’d managed to keep all of his. He grinned.
The Lynderlys didn’t match his smile.
“I appreciated the date, boys. Next time, bring me flowers when you want my attention, will you?” he taunted as he skated toward the timeout box.
But despite his cool demeanor, inside he was burning up. He wanted nothing more now than to be back on that ice and show those wolfy fucks how things were done, most notably by cracking a few skulls that belonged to them. His hands twisted around his stick and his brows were knit, aggravation and aggression hanging around him like a cloud.
In fact, he was so pissed he almost didn’t notice when Sable came to stand next to the timeout box, rasping her knuckles against the plastic. When he did finally look up, it took a moment for his vision to clear from the haze of anger.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, though the corner of his mouth quirked in a smile.
“Hey, I just wanted to tell you to chill the fuck out,” she said, her voice sounding strained.
“I didn’t fucking start it. It was your goddamn brothers,” Heath began defensively, but the look in her eyes told him that she wasn’t scolding him about his behavior.
“I get that. I’m just saying, you play like shit when you’re pissed off. Don’t play like shit.
“Fuck, guys, you’re both so ugly I don’t even know who to start with. I guess I’ll have to write your parents a letter later, saying no thanks are necessary for improving on your looks because honestly, whatever I do can just make it better.”
He grinned darkly and apparently neither of the werewolves particularly appreciated that. With a noise that could only be defined as a hiss, Caleb threw off his helmet and lunged at Heath. The big bear sidestepped easily, in time to catch Cayman’s fist and lock it in his grip, twisting it around so Cayman had to turn his back to Heath. With a merciless shove, Heath sent him tumbling down on the ice.
Caleb had gotten back up on his feet and came for Heath, fists swinging. He caught Heath on the side of the head, making him growl and flip around so he could match the punch. He wound it up and when he hit, he could feel something cracking against his knuckles as Caleb was thrown back viciously, the back of his head slamming against the plastic partition and his eyes going wide.
He slumped down on his ass and Heath shook his hand for a moment, his eyes dark brown and filled with irritation.
“Fucking chumps,” he muttered, glancing up to see if he could find Sable in the crowd and try and figure out whether he’d just increased or decreased his chances of having a good evening with her now.
Considering the kind of assholes her brothers were, he couldn’t imagine him beating one or both of them up to be anything but a boon to his attempts at wooing the difficult Miss Lynderly. But it also meant that he was distracted for a fraction of a second and Cayman could grab him by his jersey and wrestle him down to the ground. By the time the referees got to them, they had their hands around each other’s necks and Heath was this close to shifting and wreaking havoc on the goddamn wolves.
It wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened. The closer to nationals it got, the more likely it was for someone to lost their cool, shift in the middle of a game, and try to rip out someone else’s throat. It was probably why they got such high attendance numbers during the games the further into the season things got. Everybody loves some unexpected but entirely welcomed carnage.
”Break it up or I’m going to suspend all of you for the rest of the season.”
The magic words were spoken and Caleb and Heath let go of one another immediately. Grumbling, they both got up and Cayman helped Caleb as well, who was clutching his jaw. Heath could see something on the ice that looked like a tooth, and a quick check of his own confirmed that he’d managed to keep all of his. He grinned.
The Lynderlys didn’t match his smile.
“I appreciated the date, boys. Next time, bring me flowers when you want my attention, will you?” he taunted as he skated toward the timeout box.
But despite his cool demeanor, inside he was burning up. He wanted nothing more now than to be back on that ice and show those wolfy fucks how things were done, most notably by cracking a few skulls that belonged to them. His hands twisted around his stick and his brows were knit, aggravation and aggression hanging around him like a cloud.
In fact, he was so pissed he almost didn’t notice when Sable came to stand next to the timeout box, rasping her knuckles against the plastic. When he did finally look up, it took a moment for his vision to clear from the haze of anger.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, though the corner of his mouth quirked in a smile.
“Hey, I just wanted to tell you to chill the fuck out,” she said, her voice sounding strained.
“I didn’t fucking start it. It was your goddamn brothers,” Heath began defensively, but the look in her eyes told him that she wasn’t scolding him about his behavior.
“I get that. I’m just saying, you play like shit when you’re pissed off. Don’t play like shit.
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