Penelope's POV

The Bloodfang locker room explodes with noise the second we step inside. My teammates swarm me, lifting me off my feet before I can protest.

"Three goals!" Isla shouts in my ear. "Three fucking goals against Frostfang!"

The coach lets them celebrate for exactly two minutes before her whistle pierces through the chaos. Everyone freezes.

"Good game." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Hit the showers. Party at the pack house in an hour."

She walks to his office, shaking her head ...