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ARTEMISIA

“The end,” I mumbled, rolling on the vast bed as the rolling credit came on the screen. I shut the laptop I had been watching a film on and gazed towards the white ceiling.

“What next?” I asked myself. I stretched forth my hand towards a paper I had listed what to do for the weekend that was sitting on the nightstand.

“Watch the night sky,” I mumbled.

I hopped out of bed, darted to the closed window, opened it, and lifted my face towards the sky.

It was very much the same these past weeks. Cloudless, full moon with a lot of stars decorating it.

I enjoyed staring out of the window whilst letting the wind caress my face.

But tonight, I wanted to do something different. Maybe something quite dangerous, as Sin would term it.

Sin.

Five days ago, he left home. Not only him, but he had assembled some werewolves of higher ranks to go hunting.

I attempted to talk him out of going because the word hunting frightened me.

He said it was for the benefit of the recruits. So they would adap