THE name of the winning fighter has been repeatedly mentioned by the audience. He has been the crowd’s favorite since his fist landed on his opponent’s side the first time.
The winner bowed his head to a person in the audience while the referee raised his hand as the victor.
Leaning on the balcony steel balustrade, Monette glanced at the person that the fighter bowed to.
She nodded in acknowledgment when she met the familiar dark orbs of Joshua Peterson. If she looked away quickly, she would not be able to notice the smirk that lined his lips.
The female alpha watched the patron make bets in the next match. For tonight, Summer allowed three matches for the special event. She did this once every quarter.
She sent a link to her sentinels. They immediately responded.
“What’s the next
