We turned and beheld the Faceless King.

“No. I mean, it is possible, but you must be able to shift shape at least,” he urged, and I smiled.

“Ivy,” he called.

“Your Majesty,” she answered, already on her feet alongside me.

“You will be in charge of the Luna’s training,” he instructed.

“Okay, Your Majesty,” she agreed.

“Aid her transformation, whether through physical training or medical means, and then develop her skills,” he continued.

“Okay, King,” she replied.

“I know you are already busy, but you are the best person I can trust to train Ember,” he added.

“And I am not the best,” Willow objected from behind.

“I did...