Chapter 109 – The Road to Glory

The squeak of sneakers echoed across the gym floor, rhythmic and familiar, a sound that always meant something was about to begin. The Wolves were mid-practice, working through drills under the sharp eyes of Coach Daniels and Ryan, who sat in his wheelchair at the sideline, clipboard in hand.

"Let's go, Tyler!" Ryan called, watching closely as the freshman ran a defensive set. "Read the movement, not just the ball."

The players responded with energy, pushing hard, sweat pouring down their faces. Something about the gym felt electric again—like the fire was back.

Coach Daniels blew his whistle. "Bring it in!"

Everyone jogged toward the center of the court, forming a tight huddle. Ryan wheeled himself in beside the coach, nodding once as Daniels gave him the floor.

"Alright," Ryan started, voice steady and full of purpose. "We've got something big coming up."

The room went quiet. Even the air felt still.

"You all remember that last win? That wasn't just any game—it was the qualifier for something bigger," he continued, looking at each player. "We're in."

"In what exactly?" Ben asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Coach Daniels stepped forward. "The Spring Regional Tournament."

A murmur spread through the team.

Ryan tapped his clipboard. "It's not just a one-and-done kind of deal. Here's how it works. First, we've got the group stage. Three games. Every team in the group plays each other once. Wins get you three points, ties one point, losses—nothing."

"We're playing three different teams over the next few weeks," Daniels added. "Top team in the group moves on."

"What happens after that?" one of the forwards asked.

"Quarterfinals," Ryan said. "Single elimination from there. You win—you advance. You lose—you're out. After that, it's semifinals. Then the final."

The players exchanged looks—nerves, excitement, and a spark of confidence.

Ben grinned. "So it's like a real shot at a title."

"A big one," Coach Daniels confirmed. "These teams aren't just local. They're the best in the region. This is your chance to make some noise."

Tyler shifted on his feet. "Do we know who we're up against first?"

Ryan flipped to another page. "Our first game is in five days. Team: the Fairmount Hawks. Fast, aggressive, and undefeated in their last six. We'll need to be sharper than ever."

The tension rose, but so did the hunger in every player's eyes.

Coach Daniels clapped once. "This is your moment. This is what you've trained for. We're not just going to show up—we're going to make them remember the name Rosehill Wolves."

The team erupted with cheers.

Ryan smiled to himself. He could feel it—the fire, the unity, the belief.

This wasn't just a team anymore.

It was a brotherhood.

And their journey to glory had just begun.