Chapter 62 – The Road Ahead

The gym buzzed with energy, but this time it wasn't about drills or scrimmages—it was about what came next. After their big win, the Rosehill Wolves were no longer just the local underdogs. They were a team stepping into a whole new level of competition.

Coach Daniels stood in front of the team, clipboard in hand, as the players sat around him on the bleachers, still catching their breath from warm-ups.

"Alright, listen up," he said, voice steady but serious. "Because of last week's win, we've officially qualified for the Tri-State Regional Tournament. This one's different. Bigger stage. Bigger pressure."

Everyone leaned in a little closer.

"There are eight teams total. All champions from their respective local tournaments. It's single elimination—three rounds: quarterfinals, semifinals, finals. You lose once, you're out. You win three straight, you take the regional title."

Ben raised a brow. "So we need to win three more games to be champions again?"

"Exactly," Coach Daniels nodded. "But don't expect it to be easy. These teams—we're talking serious programs. Some have players already scouted by colleges."

Ryan exchanged a glance with Ben. The weight of it hit—this wasn't just about small-town pride anymore. This was a shot at something bigger.

Coach Daniels continued, flipping through pages on his clipboard. "Our first game is in five days. We'll be facing the North Haven Knights—last year's runners-up. They play fast and physical. We'll be watching tapes all week, and yes—Ryan, Ben—you're staying in the starting five."

Ben let out a low whistle and Ryan just gave a small nod, jaw set.

"After that," the coach added, "we'd face either the Hillpoint Hawks or Elm Valley Lions. Both are scrappy, but nothing we can't handle if we stay focused."

"And the finals?" someone asked.

Coach smiled. "If we get there—Stonebridge Prep. They haven't lost a game all year. But don't let that scare you. We've got something they don't."

"What's that?" Savannah's voice rang from the gym doors, where the cheer squad had just walked in.

Coach Daniels grinned. "Heart. Chemistry. Grit."

Anna gave a small clap and Savannah smiled, nodding.

"So this week," Coach said, raising his voice again, "it's not just about practice. It's about preparation. We're not just playing games—we're chasing legacy."

The gym fell quiet for a beat. Then Ryan stood, ball in hand.

"Let's get to work."

And just like that, practice kicked off—more intense than ever. Every drill had purpose, every pass sharper. The Wolves weren't just dreaming anymore. They were fighting for it.

This wasn't just Rosehill's team anymore.

This was a team ready for the spotlight.