Miracle
"Luna Hope, Ember wants to join the training," Sancti, Hillary's sidekick, appeared in front of me. I was in the packhouse, preparing for the upcoming holiday festivities, just a few days before the full moon—a time when we traditionally celebrate before the howling ceremony.
"Yeah, let her join, Sanc. I already told her not to cause problems there," I replied, setting down the wrapped boxes.
"Uh, she wants to join the older training, not the one suited for her age. So, Hillary wanted me to confirm if you allowed her."
Instantly, I put the scissors and the wrapper on the table and looked at Sancti. It was Saturday, and as we'd discussed, Ember was allowed to visit the arena. I'd permitted her practice because she wouldn't behave if I didn't allow her, but joining the adults was
