It was the first day of the tournament, and preparations were being made. The tournament was going to last for five days, with three rounds a day.
The finalist would fight on the last day, and the winner would be declared. Alaric didn't want it to be held at the Packhouse Training Center because he felt it would be too small for the audience.
So it was being held at an arena in town the size of a football field. It was owned by Desmond, and it was far from the human world, so it wouldn't be a problem.
Odessa was currently in one of the dressing rooms underneath the arena. Cassie, the woman who had helped her get dressed for her wedding, was here again, fitting her into her combat wear.
We meet again, my lady. She giggled gleefully as she got to work poking and prodding at Odessa.
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