Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Seven: Friday Night

WREN

I see him before warmups even start.

He's standing at the Ashford bench in a maroon quarter-zip with his arms folded, watching the Wolves come out of the tunnel. Tall. Broad through the chest. Gray at the temples, cut short. He has the same jaw as Knox and none of the same stillness. He looks...

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