**Chapter 1 – New Blood**

Jamie adjusted his mouthguard for the hundredth time, staring at the scuffed gray mats as if they held the secrets to all his anxieties. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the scent of sweat‑rubber were comforting constants. Here, movement meant purpose. Here, every grip and shift had intent.

“Alright, let’s pair off!” Coach’s voice cut through the quiet. Jami...