He was a werewolf. Now was he scared? Yes. Of course. Wouldn't you be? But the difference between you and Artemis Fowl the Second is that no matter how scared he is, he always has his wits about him. So he lay with his head on his paws and thought. Then he remembered. Juliet had made him watch a movie two days ago. 'Howl' he remembered. The werewolves had to think about their human form and they would change back. He prayed Hollywood was correct, and tried it.
'One blue eye, one hazel. Black midnight hair...' It wen't on like this for another half an hour when Artemis felt it. A tug in his gut. And he felt himself changing it was not as painful as before but he still grunted. The fact that the movie was correct made him overjoyed.
But there was a problem. His shirt and pants were torn to shreds, a mixture of mud, grass, and a bit of blood was smeared on his shirt like a sick Picasso. He regained his bearings and half-consciously stumbled through the forest. He may have been awake for some time but changing from a wolf to a human with intense amounts of pain tends to take it out of a person. Especially a seventeen-year old boy.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized he was back at the manor. He knew he did not have much time until Butler came. Juliet and Angeline were on a spa trip in Spain, and his Father was on a business trip for two weeks. So we weakly called out to the shocked manservant and collapsed.
Butler had found his charge out of begat 5:30 AM. He gave himself a mental beat down while frantically looking for his charge. He could not find the boy. So he did the natural thing. Strapped on extra guns and called Captain Holly Short. Needless to say when Artemis Fowl the Second came to the gates they had twin expressions of shock and concern. Him and Holly were both out the door in three seconds flat. Butler made it first due to his longer legs. Yet they both heard it. "Butler..."