The latest chapter of the Twin North Rivalry ended with a statement: the Northport Northern Stars shut out the Frostfall Glacier Wolves 3–0 in front of a sold-out Aurora Arena.

Northport’s defensive structure suffocated the Wolves from the opening faceoff. Captain Elias Ward anchored a blue line that allowed almost no clean entries, reading Frostfall’s rushes like a book he’d already highlighted.

On the other side of the ice, alternate captain Drew Callahan turned the game into a highlight reel— a one-man forecheck, a strip at the blue line, and the kind of breakaway finish that sent the aurora lights pulsing above the ice.

The Wolves hit, they chirped, they tried to drag the Stars into the kind of chaos they thrive on. But for one night, discipline beat instinct, and the scoreboard didn’t leave any room for argument.

Somewhere between the blocked shots and the post-whistle stare-downs, the story wasn’t just about goals and penalties. It was about the look Ward wouldn’t quite send across the ice, and the way certain Wolves players lingered at the bench longer than they needed to—like they were waiting for something that never came.