NOT wanting to be involved with the squabbles at the entrance, Monette entered Belle’s Fist through the back door. The werewolf-wizard hybrid that guards the door immediately opened when he recognized her.
“Good evening, alpha.”
“Same with you, Laurant. Any bet for tonight?”
“I would be biased.”
“A possibility that I could hear some pointers?”
The man grinned. “I refused to answer that. I don‘t want to have trouble with the boss.”
“My lips are sealed.”
He chuckled. “Good luck, alpha.”
“Thank you, Laurant.”
For the number of times that she was here in Belle’s Fist, the staff already recognize her. She bantered with them as she did with Laurant.
She passed through the dugout. She saw some of the fighters preparing for the special fight tonight.
She heard from Summer that the matc
