Artemis Chekhov, previously known as Artemis Terry. All her life she's faced injustice, first at the tender age of six all the way until twenty. At the hands of her family, her pack, Emerald Guardians Pack and finally her mate, Alpha Marcus Spencer...
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Dimitri After that not so friendly exchange between Lydia and Beatrice, all of us had decided to proceed from this point on with caution, discretion and if need be, the reflexes to remove one sister from if either said something that would trigger any violent physical reaction. We sat in my office, with me at the head of the table, Artemis to my left and my father to my right. Mom sat next to Dad and Mr Terry sat next to Artemis.
Todd, Everice, Bria, Alessandro, Lana and Vincent sat in their appropriate seats and Lydia and Beatrice sat at the end with Garrett. Their daughters were being watched by a pup sitter.
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"So I just got off the phone with my father, he said he'll arrive in a few hours with Mother. They were having a dinner reception in Evergreen Pack and are just a few hours away," Lydia said running her fingers through her avy blonde curls. "How far is Evergreen Pack from Crimson Blood?" Bria asked. "About twenty miles or so," I replied.
"How convenient, they don't have to waste a day's worth in gas to come and see me. Not that they care whether I'm dead or alive," Beatrice's snide remark had Lydia bristling in her seat. "If they didn't care do you think they'd come all the way to Crimson Blood to see you?"
"First of all I never asked them to come see me. I didn't want youto come see me. I have no interest in any Marshall-family warfare," Beatrice scoffed. "I've had enough of that with you." "I hope everyone is seeing how much of a spoilt brat you are," Lydia said folding her arms across her chest.
"Beatrice if you would try talking to your parents and try to explain to them why you left and how you feel about the 'suffocating behaviour' you had to put up with in Moon Beam Pack, maybe you all can find a compromise somewhere," Garrett suggested.
"That would be nice if they'd care what I had to say," Beatrice mumbled almost incoherently. "You can't help this girl! Even when you give her the answer and it's at her fingertips, she blatantly refuses to accept help!" Lydia shouted frustratedly. "This girl is such a-"
"I'm such a what Lydia? A bitch? A slut? A whore? Save it! I've heard it all before," Beatrice said rolling her eyes. "That's what you called your sister?!" I could hear the outrage in Artemis's voice and turned my head to face her, a wary expression on my face.
"As a child Beatrice was more or less the wild one in the family. She was loud spoken, rebellious and had trouble finding her focus in whatever she did, whether it be school, training or anything for that matter," Lydia admitted.
