Artemis’ POV
It's at least a week before Beck and I talk to each other again. While I have no doubt that I may have overreacted, I can’t help the way I feel.
“Artemis!”
Beck's voice reaches me, and I turn around.
“I still don’t get what’s wrong with you,” he says, “but I need you to come with us.”
I click my tongue but follow him hopelessly, pushing through the crowd preparing to leave on an expedition.
The Silver Moon pack serves a particular function in London, for they are like the police of the paranormal world. They are the ones in charge of keeping the peace between all the creatures of the underworld we inhabit, so it is normal for them to organize this kind of expedition.
I hadn’t joined them in the past since I'm just an envoy of peace and I didn't have permission to do so, but recently that has changed and now I'm allowed to join them, which should be a nice relief – a moment to get out and clear my mind of all the thoughts that sometimes haunt me.
