Artemisia
I get awakened brusquely from my sleep because of repetitive knocking.
“What the hell,” Ramona groans, rubbing her eyes.
“Must be our make-up and dressing team,” I say, lying back down.
“Oh, my Goddess!”
I jerk up as Ramona practically jumps out of bed, “What the hell is this?”
“It’s just Drake,” I chuckle, caressing his big head that is lying on my stomach.
The big wolf growls approvingly, closing his eyes. “It's been a few nights that he has been staying with me.”
Petting him under the chin and to his ear, I make him growl happily, “Don’t be afraid. He is such a good boy.”
Drake whimpers proudly, cuddling back to my side, making me laugh.
“Missy! Oh, my Goddess,” Ramona gasps, putting her hand on her chest. “Missy!”
She gesticulates wildly with her hands a
