Pertemis: A Wolf’s Tale novel Chapter 21

Artemis’s point of view

"Zoë come here now!" Artemis screamed, rushing to the infirmary.

She only felt some uneven breaths mixing with gasps from Perseus. His wound didn't heal, the yellow liquid kept leaking out from the deep cut that sodded her jacket, yellowed the ground.

"Perseus stay with me! I won't let you die, just stay a little longer" she whispered to his ear, her panicked breath somehow made Perseus cracked a smile.

"Can't believe I return to camp being carried by you like a bride" Percy managed a joke which lightened Artemis's mind at that moment.

She grinned and playfully hit his chest softly. Even though he was on the verge of dying, he would never let her cry to which made her heart ached even more as the guilt swirled deep inside her. He'd never be in this situation if he didn't live with her.

"Next time I'll drag you by the ear" she said.

Zoë and other hunters rushed out from their tents as they set him onto a bed.

"Bring nectar and ambrosia!" Artemis ordered as Phoebe made herself to find the requirements.

"What happened to him?" Thalia asked, her frown has shown that regret which was rare to appear.

"I-I don't know." Artemis said. "But the wound is not healing."

They heard his cough as blood was choked out from his mouth. Artemis could hear his heart was failing, he was dying.

"Does anyone know how to treat the wound?" Caroline said.

"We have never been to those situations a lot" Zoë responded. "But normally we make contact with the wounds"

"What do y-"

Before Thalia could finish, Annabeth grabbed her dagger and cut his shirt in half. Many hunters looked away, some frowned at her.

"She meant to cut his shirt and apply treatment on the wound." Annabeth sighed.

"Ok I'm getting out of here" Sarah said as she made her way out, many others followed her lead because they didn't want to see a male naked torso.

Artemis glanced her silver eyes to him. Her gaze traveled from his neck, down to his strong bare chest, cloaked by that sun kissed skin. Those abs were solid and strong, presented the power of a supernatural. She knew she had seen him half naked before, but each time she glanced on those toned muscles, it just got more magnificent and beautiful. He wasn't buff, but those lines of veins and strength showed the brutality of a warrior.