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The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the city of Xania. Diana moved swiftly through the darkened streets, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation. She knew that she was taking a risk, venturing out into the city when the monthly hunt was about to begin, but she had to know who she was meeting and what they had to tell her.
The streets were filled with people who were busy celebrating, most of them celebrating the royal wedding, while others were getting ready for the hunt. As Fiona had informed her, the royal hunt was an ancient tradition which the Xanians observed every six months.
“It’s a special event, my lady,” she said. “It is a highly anticipated occasion for both the werewolf community and the neighboring kingdoms. The hunt is led by the reigning mona
