Austin's POV

Monday morning came with a gray sky and a heavy mood to match. The championship final was set for Saturday, and tension around the arena was already thick enough to choke on.

Mother had summoned me to the VIP box before practice. When I walked in, she was standing by the glass wall, watching the ice below like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“I’ve selected your new lineup,” she said without turning around. “All werewolves. Full strength for the final.”

I frowned. “New ...