Bear Meets Girl
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Thanks for joining us, Novikov muttered.
Oh, shut up. She stepped in next to Van Holtz. Hey.
Hey.
Cella noticed how the wolf stared placidly across the room.
Feel better? she asked him.
Mhmm.
Dee-Ann stop by? The wolf grinned and Cella said, Then Im glad I stopped by before then.
So am I.
Cella chuckled until she heard someone whistling and whispering, Hey ... you. Hey, at her. She looked around at her own teammates, then over at the waiting Alabama Slammers. A young wolf grinned at her, winked.
MacRyrie snorted next to her. He must be new.
The opposing team was called out and the wolf made sure to stare at her until he hit the ice.
Cella, and she could hear the warning in Van Holtzs voice. His captain voice, she called it. It was different from his owner voice and his goalie voice.
She shrugged. I didnt do anything.
Just make sure you dont.
Im only here to play the game.
Traditional bagpipe music began playing over the loudspeakerit was New York, after alland the announcer called out the Carvnivores, each first-string player announced individually and skating out onto the ice, spotlights directly on them.
Cella patiently waited her turn, glancing back and winking at Jai, who stood with her med team. Her best friend grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
Then she gave her the finger.
Yep. Best friend ever!
Cella heard it. Number 29, Marcella Bare Knuckles Malone!
Grinning, she skated out onto the ice, raising her free hand to wave at the crowd. She heard a lot of female cheers, which made sense since she had a lot of female predator fans. But it was when the announcer called out Novikovs name that the crowd lost its collective mind. Cella didnt blame them, though. He might be an obsessive-compulsive borderline sociopath, but damn if the man wasnt the best hockey player shed ever known ... next to her dad, of course. At least ... thats what she told her dad.
Then for about three years, Nice Guy continued, I was a leg breaker for a couple of bookies who worked for the OMalley boys. I was really good at it, too.
The OMalley boys? Crush closed his eyes. Good God. And how old were you when you
Thirteen.
Thir ... thirteen?
Tigers dont have growth spurts like you guys. I was always big. Always looked way older than I was. And when I was working for bookies, I thought about robbing banks. But thats a federal crime and I decided not to bother. Ya know?
Um ... uh ... uh-huh. Crush closed his eyesagain. You just broke legs, right? Youve never actually ... uh ... um ...
Killed someone? Nah. Of course not. Nice Guy glanced at the ceiling. Wait, on the ice ... ?
And Crush gritted his teeth.
No, no. That guy survived. Soooo ... no. All clear there.
All Crush could do was shrug. Okay.
Cella slammed her body into the wolf whod winked at her, making sure to ram her elbow under his helmet and into his throat. He fell to his knees and she dropped her gloves, slapped his helmet off, and proceeded to pummel his face raw before her teammates managed to drag her away from him.
With a snarl from the ref, she hit the box for a two-minute penalty.
Pulling out her fang guard, she glanced over at the black bear sitting next to her.
Hi, Bert.
Hey, Cella.
Hows the wife?
Good. Good. Your daughter?
Great. Turning eighteen this weekend.
Bert winced. Uh-oh. I wish you luck.
Yep. Cella spit out blood, and wiped blood off her knuckles. You coming to the Ice Party this year? she asked.
Probably not. You know me. Not much of a partier. Bert nodded. Okay. Im back in. See ya, Cella.
See ya, Bert.
Cella spit out more blood, removed her helmet, and shook out her hair. She was seriously considering getting her hair cut. Maybe a mani-pedi, too. Oooh! Maybe she could drag Lady Dour of the Clan Dour, aka Meghan, to go with her. Honestly, was all that studying necessary? And constant thinking? The girl needed to relax! She was a Malone, wasnt she? And the Malones knew how to relax. It was time her daughter got on the train with the rest of them.
So yeah. Haircuts and mani-pedis, hopefully with a mother-daughter discount. And the kid would just have to suck it up.
Her time in the box up, Cella stood, pulled on her helmet, popped her fang guard back in, and hit the ice.
And the first thing she did was slam her body into that same Alabama wolf, drop her gloves, and pummel his face....
So, Crush felt the need to ask, what made you give up your ... uh ... leg-breaking ways? Hockey?
Nice Guy chuckled. Nah. Hockey just made me a better leg breaker. Playing hockey was something that I did naturally. Like breathing. And most of what I did was to get money for equipment. So, no. Its not why. It was Barb. When Crush frowned, My wife. Cellas mother. Wed known each other since grade school, but unlike the Malones, Barbs father became rich and moved the family uptown. Then my high school was playing football against Trinity Parochial, and I locked on her as soon as I saw her again. But she wouldnt have anything to do with me.
Oh, shut up. She stepped in next to Van Holtz. Hey.
Hey.
Cella noticed how the wolf stared placidly across the room.
Feel better? she asked him.
Mhmm.
Dee-Ann stop by? The wolf grinned and Cella said, Then Im glad I stopped by before then.
So am I.
Cella chuckled until she heard someone whistling and whispering, Hey ... you. Hey, at her. She looked around at her own teammates, then over at the waiting Alabama Slammers. A young wolf grinned at her, winked.
MacRyrie snorted next to her. He must be new.
The opposing team was called out and the wolf made sure to stare at her until he hit the ice.
Cella, and she could hear the warning in Van Holtzs voice. His captain voice, she called it. It was different from his owner voice and his goalie voice.
She shrugged. I didnt do anything.
Just make sure you dont.
Im only here to play the game.
Traditional bagpipe music began playing over the loudspeakerit was New York, after alland the announcer called out the Carvnivores, each first-string player announced individually and skating out onto the ice, spotlights directly on them.
Cella patiently waited her turn, glancing back and winking at Jai, who stood with her med team. Her best friend grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
Then she gave her the finger.
Yep. Best friend ever!
Cella heard it. Number 29, Marcella Bare Knuckles Malone!
Grinning, she skated out onto the ice, raising her free hand to wave at the crowd. She heard a lot of female cheers, which made sense since she had a lot of female predator fans. But it was when the announcer called out Novikovs name that the crowd lost its collective mind. Cella didnt blame them, though. He might be an obsessive-compulsive borderline sociopath, but damn if the man wasnt the best hockey player shed ever known ... next to her dad, of course. At least ... thats what she told her dad.
Then for about three years, Nice Guy continued, I was a leg breaker for a couple of bookies who worked for the OMalley boys. I was really good at it, too.
The OMalley boys? Crush closed his eyes. Good God. And how old were you when you
Thirteen.
Thir ... thirteen?
Tigers dont have growth spurts like you guys. I was always big. Always looked way older than I was. And when I was working for bookies, I thought about robbing banks. But thats a federal crime and I decided not to bother. Ya know?
Um ... uh ... uh-huh. Crush closed his eyesagain. You just broke legs, right? Youve never actually ... uh ... um ...
Killed someone? Nah. Of course not. Nice Guy glanced at the ceiling. Wait, on the ice ... ?
And Crush gritted his teeth.
No, no. That guy survived. Soooo ... no. All clear there.
All Crush could do was shrug. Okay.
Cella slammed her body into the wolf whod winked at her, making sure to ram her elbow under his helmet and into his throat. He fell to his knees and she dropped her gloves, slapped his helmet off, and proceeded to pummel his face raw before her teammates managed to drag her away from him.
With a snarl from the ref, she hit the box for a two-minute penalty.
Pulling out her fang guard, she glanced over at the black bear sitting next to her.
Hi, Bert.
Hey, Cella.
Hows the wife?
Good. Good. Your daughter?
Great. Turning eighteen this weekend.
Bert winced. Uh-oh. I wish you luck.
Yep. Cella spit out blood, and wiped blood off her knuckles. You coming to the Ice Party this year? she asked.
Probably not. You know me. Not much of a partier. Bert nodded. Okay. Im back in. See ya, Cella.
See ya, Bert.
Cella spit out more blood, removed her helmet, and shook out her hair. She was seriously considering getting her hair cut. Maybe a mani-pedi, too. Oooh! Maybe she could drag Lady Dour of the Clan Dour, aka Meghan, to go with her. Honestly, was all that studying necessary? And constant thinking? The girl needed to relax! She was a Malone, wasnt she? And the Malones knew how to relax. It was time her daughter got on the train with the rest of them.
So yeah. Haircuts and mani-pedis, hopefully with a mother-daughter discount. And the kid would just have to suck it up.
Her time in the box up, Cella stood, pulled on her helmet, popped her fang guard back in, and hit the ice.
And the first thing she did was slam her body into that same Alabama wolf, drop her gloves, and pummel his face....
So, Crush felt the need to ask, what made you give up your ... uh ... leg-breaking ways? Hockey?
Nice Guy chuckled. Nah. Hockey just made me a better leg breaker. Playing hockey was something that I did naturally. Like breathing. And most of what I did was to get money for equipment. So, no. Its not why. It was Barb. When Crush frowned, My wife. Cellas mother. Wed known each other since grade school, but unlike the Malones, Barbs father became rich and moved the family uptown. Then my high school was playing football against Trinity Parochial, and I locked on her as soon as I saw her again. But she wouldnt have anything to do with me.
