Mya's POV:
Domina snapped her fingers behind her back, signaling she needed something. I instantly came out of the box and dropped to my knees."First, bring me water. Then go to your box and shift into Artic," Domina commanded.
"Yes, Mother," I said, trying to placate her. I got up and rushed over to the Elders' table—or at least, that’s what I called it. I grabbed a glass and the pitcher, poured the water, took it to Domina, and hurried to my box. I slung off the canteen, then my wraps and gold bands, before I shifted into Artic. I had done that plenty of times.
Artic came out of our box. General Ezra picked her up and took her to Domina. They traded—Domina handed him her empty glass, and he handed Artic over to her. She kissed Artic’s head and murmured, "You're such a good little slav
