Once more Ember found herself in a story as old as she could remember. These directives from the Elders that basically demanded that everyone attend an event whether they wanted to or not were nothing more than a pain in Ember's side. She couldn't express just how much she hated anything events that dealt with large groups of people. Nothing good ever happens when she attended one. Her biggest example would be the bonfire just weeks ago. You would think that the Elders would have learned their lesson when it came to dealing with the hunters. Nope! They still let them into the town even after another wolf was killed. Those pieces of shit killed her parents, which is why she has been doing her best to avoid every single one of them. There was no telling what her inner wolf might do if she came face to face with a hunter. Since she was required to be here, Ember did her best to keep to the shadows. Can't run into any unwanted company that way. Sure it would be nice to spend time with her friends and if she saw any she would go say hi. Things were going great until Ember moved to step back and found herself stepping on someone foot seconds before she bumped into them. "Sorry," she mumbled, not sure if she wanted to turn around or not.
