Sophia’s POV:
After I left Mya, I went home. It was about an hour’s run. As I neared home, I went behind a tree to shift. I pulled my clothes from my book bag and got dressed—jeans and a simple pink T-shirt. I came out from behind the tree and walked the rest of the way home.
As I walked, I took in my surroundings. Cars were parked in front of the packhouse mansion. People were chatting. Others were mowing the grass or lazing about. It felt as if I had stepped through a time portal. And maybe I had. The castle and the people were a completely different ball game. The superiors wore all-white togas clasped at the shoulders with gold pendants. The slaves were dressed like they were from Ancient Egypt—or at least I thought. I was never good at history.
My father greeted me on the steps of
