Summary:

"We consider ourselves a modern team, inclusive, you know. So we're excited to have someone with Shane's … background," the General Manager of the Montreal Midnighters is saying to his mother, hand clamped uncomfortably on Shane's shoulder.

Rozanov is watching him. His lips are tight, his eyes serious.

Shane looks away.

He's pissed he wasn't first, of course, but he can't be surprised that Boston wanted to go with a more traditional option. Vampires as forwards and wings, weres as defense and goalies. Faes for nothing.