STANDING before the banister of the balcony, Monette viewed the scene below her.
It was almost midnight. The second and last match of the night is still ongoing. The hype can be felt in the showground. Last she heard the pot money was fifteen grand.
It was a special fight. Both were not shifters. She was not able to ask Gloria about their abilities.
Her eyes went to the ring. Two men were inside. Both were sporting bloody brows. One has busted lips while the other is leaning on his left side.
Just when the referee announced the winner of the match, Monette descended the stairs. The audience started to disperse the area, too.
In slow strides, she went in the direction where she saw Summer. The woman was speaking with Gloria who was the organizer of the events in Belle’s Fist.
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