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Rion The hunt is tonight. I watch Elara dress, a pair of brown pants and a black shirt with a matching brown leather vest. Her knee-high black boots hug her calves snugly, she stands and looks me over. I’m wearing almost an exact match to her outfit, minus the vest and heeled boot. Mine are flat and go to the mid calf. We make our way outside to the training yards, hand in hand, walking through the crowd. People bow as we pass by, Elara smiles and waves at the children. “Ready?” Yazier comes up to us, smiling. He loves this part, the sparring. Every year, the werewolves have a sparring session, bragging rights for the strongest werewolf. Everyone lines up to have a chance to defeat the champion of the year before. I never participated before but now that I have Elara, it is my duty to
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