ELENA’S POV

The next morning came with a bright sun sitting in the sky. I got out of bed, excited and energized for the day. As usual, Casperall was up, handling what I would be eating and drinking for the whole day.

Right as I stepped out of my room, she brought the last glass of the bitter liquid that was helping me change my scent. ”Pleasant morning, Elena,” she greeted as I downed the cup.

“Good morning, Casperall,” I replied, walking out of the room with her. “I’m about to ...