The Wolves of Artemis (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Here is the next chapter while I work on more for the other stories. I had this one made, so I decided to give you guys this while I worked on the other stories. So, here you go, my lovely readers!

Chapter Seven: Cute and Adorable

Point of View: Phoebe

"You're so lucky, Phoebe. It is so adorable." Atalanta tells me.

"He was frozen at eighteen." I sigh.

"So? He only feels that way for a mate he hasn't met yet or even exists. He's tiny, he's not thinking that way about anyone." Thalia says.

"He likes you a lot, sister." Artemis smiles. "He bonded with the both of us, but I think he honestly likes you more. I am more duty bound for him while he absolutely loves you. Not many wolves can tell their Hunt Sisters the same. Most of them are duty and little love. I know he loves me, but feels more obedient in my presence. When he speaks with you, it is completely out of love. You are lucky. And I know exactly why."

"Who was he?" I ask.

"He will tell you. All you have to do is ask." Artemis laughs. "You'll get the surprise of your life, I am sure. Make sure you are alone. He won't like telling you in front of everyone else. He doesn't mind the little things in front of others like asking for his new name, but the personal stuff is between you two and me."

"Okay." I nod.

"You get the week off to spend with him. It starts tomorrow. Aroen knows." Artemis explains.

"Oh, no pack mother?" Kyndra asks sadly.

"No, Aroen still hasn't mated." I sigh.

"Go have some free time, girls. I've got a meeting to go to. I'm sure the wolves need to see their Hunt Sisters." Artemis smiles and flashes off.

I pick up Ebony and his eyes open. The little wolf yawn alerting me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I tap his nose.

He sneezes. "It's okay. Phoebe is nice."

I giggle.

Point of View: Ebony

I bark in joy at her laughing. "What does Phoebe want to do?"

"We are still trying to pick a nickname for you." She tells me as she walks off to sit down alone in the forest. We disagree on every name. "Ebony is cute anyway and it's short."

"We decided!" I bounce up and down.

"You're very tiny." She giggles as she holds me.

"Hey!" I whine. "I was just born. Give me a break. I'm not big yet. But I'll grow big. That way I can protect Phoebe. Phoebe special." I lick her face.  

She scratches between my ears and I have that rumbling again, my tail wags. "Thank you. Will you tell me all about you?"

"Tell Phoebe about Ebony?" I cock my head. "What does Phoebe want to know?"

She laughs. "Who were you before?"

I sit down flat on her lap and look up at her straight in the eyes. My head is still tilted to the side. "My name was Perseus Jackson." Phoebe drains of color and I whine. "Did I make Phoebe mad?"

She shakes her head. "No, I just didn't realize you were him."

"Perseus Jackson died a long time ago anyway. There are more ways to die than one, Phoebe. Dad found me and bit me. Now I am Phoebe's. Loyalty is strong for you. So is love. But not in that way. Nope. Me no like Phoebe in that way. When I get big, I'll find a mate. Make Phoebe happy." I say.