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🧜‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️ Artemis took me to her closet, and she made room for my stuffs while I'd stayed. As she opened a section of the closet, I couldn't help but stare wide eyed at it, there was a part of it stocked up with designer shoes. And another part of it with clothes and bags from famous brands. She just smiled when she saw my expression. As she opened another section to move some of her things, I spotted a beautiful gold bow. "Woah , it's beautiful."

Artemis explained. “Let’s go, I’m fading, soon to be dead weight.” Dove attempted a smile, but being carried in a wolf’s jaws was torture. If they grabbed you in the wrong spots, the likelihood of you using whatever they latch onto, there’s a 5o% 50% chance you will never use the limb again. In order to avoid that all together, Artemis made the decision to let Stryxx out for stability. He picked Dove up with one arm, tucking him under his arm like a bag.

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph

"Shift!" Federico’s face becomes pale. "Shift, I said!" Artemis said again and this time she hurried towards him, catching him with her fangs by his left leg. “Leave me alone! I wouldn’t have done it! I was joking! I would have never marked you for real! ” and sniffing the air I ask: “What the fuck is smelling like that?” “The answer is in front of your face,” Artemis said laughing with all her heart. Shit! I like this sassy wolf. She is not afraid of anything.

Although I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, I extend my senses, listening carefully as they discuss the troubled past of someone named Artemis. ‘Artemis,’ Franz repeats, ‘wasn’t that Fallon’s wolf?’ ‘Wolf?’ "I had a wolf." Fallon’s voice whispers as she is unable to hide the hurt she is feeling. "I thought she was my wolf, but now I’m not so sure." "And what was that wolf’s name?" Donald asks gently. "Artemis." She responds, confirming the question that Franz had just asked me. "Her name was Artemis, the same as the moon goddess’ daughter."

Pelin’s POV Artemis let out an exaggerated sigh and twirled in the air like she was bored of us. “This simply won’t do. I am here to play, so play it well, girls.” Then she blew us a mocking kiss. “For good luck,” she said in a venomously sweet tone. “Par…” Cancer started. “Sssh! Don’t bore me with your talking. If you’re going to do it, get on with it already!” Artemis said and waved him off in annoyance.

Can you convince him that I’m no danger? ‘Sure!!’ “Do you like the magic?” Caroline asked Artin, who was looking at Bolt. “Artemis changed into a wolf.” She added and took him near Bolt. “I..I’m scared.” “Don’t be. Artemis will not harm you. Come here!! Touch his soft fur, and then we will ride on it.” “Ride on it?” “Yes!! And I will be with you all the time.” Caroline convinced him and took him near Bolt, and holding his hand; she made him touch Bolt. “Isn’t it soft?”

Cristy gasped again, clutching Amara’s arm like a child tugging her mother’s sleeve. “Do you see that? A fountain with swans! Real swans, Amara. Not the statues the actual birds swimming in it.” Amara forced a small smile, but her thoughts were heavier than her companion’s delight. She leaned back against the leather seat, the smell of fresh polish filling her senses.

He didn't need to. Just before the last feed died entirely, a single image flashed across the screen for less than a second, there and gone so quickly that if Arsen had blinked, he would have missed it entirely. A silver wolf symbol, sharp and deliberate, burned into the static like a signature.

The second was a giant white rabbit with a blue ribbon that sat under Theo's other arm. Arte pointed out a hook-a-duck stall and bounced over without thinking, tapping Alec's card. There was no explanation needed for this one; Arte was good at things like this. She watched, waiting. Swiftly, she hooked a large blue duck and pulled it over to the bench. Four more goes left, and each time, she hooked a large duck. She bounced back over to Theo and Emma, holding two more giant teddies - A fluffy black bear and an orange fox.