Blake's POV

The smell of rubber soles and sweat filled the air and wafted into my nostrils as the team jogged around the field.

Coach Emmett had not been joking when he said that he was going to whip us into shape for this season's league and judging by the panting of the team, it was safe to say that more was coming , if that was going to be possible

With our sticks tucked under our arms, and our cleats tapping the surface in a rhythmical manner, I took time to survey every ...