Claire’s POV
The morning of the tournament, Richard, Ruth, Sienna, Ian, and I, as well as a couple of Richard’s council members all took potions to disguise our scents and our appearances. Then we sneaked across the border into Damien’s pack lands and approached the capital city.
Though we were unknowns, we easily blended in with the large crowds that had gathered in the outdoor event space. Several different rings were set up to hold several fights at once. The largest of these had the most bleachers arranged to watch. The others had varying levels of seating with a few having no seating at all.
Peter the Crow, our champion, had already made his way across the border to fully embed himself in this subterfuge. We didn’t see him, though we weren’t looking very hard. Most of the fighters
