Beyond the six glass doors of the pack Training House entryway, Ezra and Gabriella were ushered into a prodigious commons area where a multitude of people stood around chatting. An expansive stairway sat a little back, branching off left and right, lifting to a second floor. The smell of rubber, metal, and sweat permeated throughout the hall. Through a wall of glass on the left, a weight room was filled with people working out and off to the right was another wall of glass containing various sparring wrestlers grunting and writhing on top of blue cushioned mats.
Ezra leaned in and spoke closer to her ear since the room clashed with the din of its occupants. “Behind the staircase are the sports courts, like for basketball. Upstairs is the practice room for specialized weapons, mar
