"Aphrodite, what are you DOING?" Artemis screamed at Aphrodite. The two were fighting a pack of Artemis's wolves gone evil because of Lycaon, the first lycanthrope (werewolf). They were in a very dense forest, abandoned except for them. Artemis was going with her hunters to turn the wolves back to her side, and then her hunters got zapped away by Aphrodite, who was trying, again, to convince Artemis to date men. They then got attacked by the same wolves Artemis was looking for. Their eyes were pure black, and their fur was blood red. Artemis had been defending her and Aphrodite, when Aphrodite stepped toward them with her hand raised and her eyes closed.

The wolves growled at Aphrodite, and then one of them lunged. Aphrodite immediately thrust her hand onto the wolf's forehead, causing it to fall to the ground. It shriveled up into a ball, and then started relaxing. Its fur started going back to a pure white color, then had a light reddish tint added to it. It stood up, then walked up to Aphrodite and rubbed its head on her leg. The rest of the wolves stood there, still growling, yet wary of Aphrodite.

Aphrodite then lunged towards the rest of the wolves, and put her palm on their heads one at a time. One by one, the same thing that happened to the first wolf happened to the others, until they were all curled up at Aphrodite's feet, nuzzling her leg. Artemis looked at her in shock.

"What have you done to my wolves?" she demanded.

Aphrodite smiled and answered, "I have just proved that even the wildest beasts can become tame by love," Aphrodite smiled at Artemis.

"You have cost me my trusted wolves that I was to convince to join me again!" Artemis growled.

"I have made them even better!" Aphrodite claimed with a dazzling smile.

"You have cursed them with an illness that I am lucky not to have!"

"Love is not an illness, it is pure bliss," Aphrodite said with a dreamy look in her eye.

"It is an illness, and I will not have it spread!" Artemis aimed her bow at one of the wolves' head, then shot.

"No!" Aphrodite waved her hand, an all of the wolves disappeared, replaced by pink glowing mist.

"What have you done to them?" Artemis yelled at Aphrodite.

"I have made them safely into spirit form; they are now the spirit of love."

"Then I will just change them back!" Artemis aimed her bow at the mist and shot again.

"No!" Aphrodite yelled again, and then snapped her fingers. The pink mist then completely disappeared.

"Where are they?" Artemis asked angrily.

"They are safely were you would not dare to go."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Half-Blood Hill."

Artemis glared at Aphrodite, then Artemis began to glow brightly, until she was so bright that the trees around them started to smolder. Artemis then disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving Aphrodite. Aphrodite smiled to herself, then whispered quietly, "If love is an illness, then there is about to be an outbreak." She laughed, and then began to glow very brightly, until she was as bright as Artemis had been. She to, then disappeared, leaving the blackened trees, and the echo of a laugh.