Page 61 of Artemis' Bow
“Whoa.” Tristan narrows his eyes on Greyson. “There’s something different about you. My animal is going crazy.”
“Not telling you that either.” Greyson shrugs.
“The most important thing for you to know is that we’re handling it,” I cut in. “We had no idea it had gotten so bad so fast.”
“Have you been living under a rock?” Tristan asks. “It’s crazy everywhere.”
“We don’t do electronics, remember?” Raven snarls. “How were we supposed to know it would do all of this within a week?”
“Sorry. I forgot.” He shakes his head.
“How could you forget the demon pigeons attacking because you pulled out your damn phone?” I ask with a snort.
Tristan visibly shudders and takes a long sip of his drink. “You gonna tell me any more about what’s happening?”
“If anyone overhears what we’re up to, they could inform our enemies.”
“That’s fair. There’s no one here, though.” Tristan scans the lobby of the hotel. “I have all my guys out helping with rescue efforts where needed and distributing food and water to those who can’t leave their homes in this mess.”
“Are there that many shifters in the city that can’t leave like this?” I glance out the window.
The snow is coming down even harder now. If it doesn’t stop soon, people will get snowed in and cars completely covered. It’s not just a blanket of snow anymore; it’s quickly becoming a tomb.
“No, not many shifters become frail the way humans tend to. I sent them to help the humans as much as possible. I have the resources to help them, so I do.”
I glance at Greyson because he knows shifter politics better than any of us. Greyson shrugs his shoulders, deferring to me on how much to tell the alpha. I sigh, resigned, knowing I need to tell him something.
“All right. Have your people’s animals become restless? Any troubles with shifting, especially the pups?” I ask.
“How did you know that?” Tristan growls.
“Hey, easy. We’re on the same side here.” I raise my hands in surrender.
Tristan eyes Greyson warily. “Shifters don’t take kindly to being reminded of weakness or bad situations beyond our control.”
“It’s not a weakness. It’s a side effect none of saw coming,” Raven says.
“It’s not affecting me yet because something made me more than a shifter a few months back.” Greyson shrugs.
“How?” Tristan asks, perking up.
“It doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t be able to do it yourself. We nearly died when it happened. A lone shifter wouldn’t stand a chance,” I say.
“I’m not weak.”
“No, you’re not weak, but can you do this?” I transport myself across the room and call my lightning to the palm of my hand.
“That’s wicked, and you’re right. Whatever almost killed you guys is not something I want any part of.” Tristan sighs. “So, what is this restlessness and inability to shift a side effect from?”
“The goddess Artemis is missing. She was taken and because she’s not there to raise the moon and keep Apollo in check, the Earth’s balance is out of whack.” I cross my arms.
“The moon goddess is missing? How is that even possible?” Tristan jumps from his chair and starts pacing. “This is so fucked. My wolves are slowly losing it. I have several pups here that I’m having to keep locked up so they don’t shift. How do we bring her back? Who has her?”
“Alpha Tristan,” Greyson barks. Dominance oozes from him in pulsing waves, nearly making me submit to him as well.
A whine escapes Tristan’s throat from his wolf because Tristan’s eyes widen in shock. “What did you just do to my wolf?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
