Artemis’ POV
“Tristan possesses a kind of paralyzing howl,” Beck explains to me. “It may be one of the most powerful gifts I know. His howl is capable of taking down at least an army. It knocks them out instantly and renders them unconscious, and I believe it could possibly kill, but I've never been able to verify it. He usually gets tired before he can reach that point.”
“I see,” I murmur as I raise my eyes to look at Beck.
I'm still dizzy but at least I'm conscious now. That's a lot to say, considering that almost everyone is still asleep because of Tristan's thunderous scream.
We are in the infirmary and Beck and others are tending to the wounded. I don't feel too bad, but he has insisted on applying a special ointment that will reduce the pain and swelling in my legs and wrists during the hours it takes for my bones to heal. Because of the fall, I broke my legs and sprained my wrists, but luckily, I will be intact in a few hours.
I can't say the same for the rest.
