Alex's POV

I walk out of Coach Margaret's office with my jaw clenched, frustration coursing through me. I search around for a while, but she's nowhere to be found.

My phone buzzes with a text. I glance at the screen and it's Coach Margaret asking where I am, noting that I'm late for practice. I stare at the message for a moment.

I drive across town to the Rival Fangs facility, parking where I can watch the field without being seen. My heart pounds as I spot Luna among the players, and despite ...