Secret Pucking Unicorn (PARANORMAL HOCKEY LEAGUE #2) by Jenny Fenshaw EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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DECLAN
I’m in position to shoot the puck into the goal when a tingle runs
down my spine. She’s here, my wolf tells me.
Who? my unicorn asks.
I don’t answer either of them. I have to stay focused on the play. But I
can’t resist taking a quick glance around the arena where my team, the
Atlantic City Devil Birds, is holding their first practice after the Christmas
holidays. I don’t see who I’m looking for. I don’t see her.
“I don’t have time for this,” I mumble to myself. Well, to the two
shifters inside of me who are insisting on having a conversation while I’m
trying to freaking play hockey here. But since they are part of me, it still
counts as myself.
Coach blows his whistle to stop the play.
“What was that, Mackenzie?” Coach Liam Morgan asks. “Are we
keeping you from something important?”
“No, Coach,” I reply. “I was telling myself I don’t have time to secondguess. No thinking about it. I need to shoot when I get the puck.”
“Good save, Mackenzie.”
He doesn’t look like he’s buying it, but he lets it go. My wolf gets
restless when I look around again. She is here. I know it. How? Why?
We reset the play and the puck has been fired at me when I see her at
the glass. My mate. Miranda. My heart skips a beat, and I can picture my
unicorn tossing his mane and giving an equine smirk. Told ya so, my wolf
says.
The puck sails past me and ricochets off the boards. Reflexively, I slap
the puck toward the goal when it hits my stick, but our goalie, Brick,
catches it. Coach blows his whistle and skates toward me.
“Mackenzie, what the hell was that?” He’s waving his clipboard in
agitation. “The puck practically had an engraved invitation to hit your tape
and you let it get past you.”
“Randi,” my teammate Carter calls out as he skates toward the glass
where Miranda is standing. My Miranda.
Coach looks over his shoulder and follows Carter to the glass. I head
that way but veer off to the bench and climb over the boards. At six feet and
nine inches tall, it’s more of a step than a climb. Miranda is next to the
bench and I’m not letting the glass keep us apart. Her long, black hair falls
like an onyx river down her back and I long to run my fingers through it.
There is a pink tinge to her ivory complexion—I don’t know if it’s from the
cold or excitement. The faint purple shadows under her lovely gray eyes
have me worried. Isn’t she sleeping? Is she worried about something? Is she
sick? She’s smiling and waving at Carter and Coach as I remove my helmet
and drop it on the bench. She seems happy. When she notices me, her eyes
widen with shock.
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