Chapter 61

Artemis POV

It’s like a light has been switched off. Except the light switch was smashed with a sledgehammer. There’s no fixing this.

I continue to rub my hands together, hoping that friction alone can create the first spark of my magic. It’s useless.

“What do you mean your magic is gone?” Yaya sits beside me on the hospital bed. Her orange eyes lock with mine, and my chest tightens witnessing her heartbreak.

“I don’t know, but it’s gone. I can’t feel my magic anymore,” I drop my head in defeat. I feel the awkward silence taking over the room.

Werewolves won’t understand this feeling. They get their wolves when they go through puberty. I remember when Yaya and I got our wolves. We were twelve years old. I was so awkward; my limbs outgrew my torso, and I was clumsy. Yaya was always gorgeous. The boys in our pack admired her. I was the weirdo twin brother who could make cool potions. When we got our wolves, our dad was so proud. He and Mo