Back home, the old Victorian house was deathly quiet

Back home, the old Victorian house was deathly quiet. Artemis sat in the parlor, holding her head in her hands. Phillipe was alive, just barely alive. Her healing skills were not the best, but the Goddess was with her and she had given her the strength.

Phillipe had nearly dies. She sighed. Did Selene make it in time? Who on Earth could have done this? Surely it wasn't the humans. Our race, the Homus Lupis, is a Secret, a myth in their eyes. No human has this kind of power. Dark times lie ahead... I can feel it.

Artemis was broken from her reverie by Phillipe. He was thrashing about in his sleep. Poor boy... He must be so scared. I hope Selene's okay.