The night howler's mate

　　ARTEMIS' POV:-　　It was late at night. It was past ten o'clock. I had my bag hanging on my shoulders. I was wearing a summer dress. It was a dark night. Even though the moon was shining brightly in the sky. But the thick grey clouds had surrounded the moon. Blocking its pretty silver shining light. That always lights up the whole world when the sun goes down. "That's it, Missy. Just across these thick woods and dark and horrifically terrible cemeteries, is your home. I know it's dark and I am terrified. But it was just another night when dad bailed on me. And I have to go back home alone. Nothing I have never done before. Let's go." After a little prep talk, I took a deep breath and started walking towards the cemeteries.　　My name is Artemis Carter. And I lived in Queens. I lived with my dad and his wife. She was not my mom. She can never be. She was a horrible person and I definitely hated her. My biological mother, well, she and my dad divorced when I was five. And my dad got my c

　　ARTEMIS' POV:-　　How I knew that was a howl, well, as I said before, my mom used to read me stories. Her stories were never a prince and princess story, staring towards their happily ever after. Her stories were always about scary things. Not that scary actually. They used to be around the night fantasy. That was what I used to call it. But she always called her supernatural. Call me superstitious, but I kinda love these stories. They used to make me feel safe and strong too. Those stories were my past and I loved the world my mom had created for me. It was warm and the best place for me to hide.　　Anyways, as I was telling, from my mom's stories, I knew it was a howl. A howl of a wolf. She used to tell me stories about werewolves too. But are werewolves not wolves as well? They are the same things. Werewolves are not real while wolves are real. The howl was loud enough to scare the hell out of me. I could imagine the size of the wolf that might be in the cemetery. According to my ca

　　ARTEMIS' POV:-　　I opened my eyes again and found myself lying on the ground. I shivered as the place was so dark and cold. I tried to look around but I was not able to see anything. It was too dark for me. I started sobbing as I stood up and tried to reach the wall or anything I could find. "Help! Somebody, please, help me! There must be a mistake. Please, get me out. I'm afraid of the dark. Please! Somebody help me, please." I yelled as loudly as I could. But no one answered me. I was not sure how I got there. The last thing I remembered was being in an animal fight.　　I remembered that big black wolf and that oddly looking man. They were fighting with each other. No, it looked like they were actually fighting over me. Then I remembered that that big black wolf bit me. Then I might have passed out because of the pain. It felt like his big teeth pierced through my bones. I tried to feel my skin where he had bitten me. But to my surprise, there was nothing on my body. Not even a scra

　　ARTEMIS' POV:-　　THREE DAYS LATER:-　　I was lying on the cold and dusty ground. It had been three days since I was locked up in a dungeon. The maids had tried to give me some chicken to eat. But every single time, a tall bitch came and scolded the maids who tried to give me something I could eat. To save myself from any allergic reactions, I decided to starve instead of eating something that was sort of a poison for me. I had no idea how I managed to open my eyes again. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. The plates full of boiled moong dal were set on the ground. They were rotting inside the cell I was in. But no one took it away.　　I knew I couldn't eat moong dal. It nearly killed me when I was seven years old. Jenny learned from my father that I was allergic to moong dal. And she specifically cooked it for me. When I refused to eat, she forcefully stuffed it into my mouth and covered my mouth and my nose with her palms tightly so I wouldn't be able to breathe. I was a

　　ARTEMIS' POV:-　　I opened my eyes again and looked around. I was lying on a long sized bed. My arms were cuffed with the headboard of the bed. I looked down at my body that was naked, as I last remembered. I was practically not naked anymore. There was a thin piece of clothing covering my body. If it's how it was explained. There was a sexy nightie on my body. Lacy red fabric that barely covered my skin. The neck of the nightie was low. Low enough that my left boob popped out as I wiggled to free myself. I could feel that thin strap that was covering my private parts. It wouldn't be right if I called it panty. I knew as my legs were also tied with the other two corners of the bed.　　My legs were wide open. Except for that thin layer of lacy fabric on my body, I was practically naked. I was thankful that the room was covered with thick curtains. Although I was not sure where I was. I couldn't help but think if people could see me through the windows. "Tracy! What's happening? Where ar