The voice was his coach's, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater, garbled and far away. Kevin blinked, his vision blurring. The lights overhead were too bright, burning his eyes.

Kevin tried to lift his head. He saw Wymack's weathered face, his brow furrowed in concern. Beyond him, the rest of the Foxes were frozen mid-drill, staring. Andrew was leaning against the wall, expression unreadable, and Neil was standing closest, his blue eyes wide.

The sentence died in his throat. A new wave of heat washed over him, so intense it stole his breath. It was a deep, animalistic heat, far different from the exertion of practice. It was a pull, a burn, a need that seized his very core.

Allison’s hand flew to her nose. Dan took a step back.