You’re a hunter of Artemis. You’ve heard about the Cult of Dionysus before from other huntresses but never met them.

Today, you did. There was a monster you and the huntresses needed to kill in Arizona, the place where the cult lived.

It was in the middle of fucking nowhere. In the middle of the desert. It was a large wine house/wine making building.

You and hunters went in. Most of the men were running around, just chasing each other and being idiots. The only three calm ones were Zachary Nightshade, Odysseus, and Liber, whom were testing/drinking some of the wine from the barrels.

“They’re usually not this stupid,” Zoë Nightshade sighed, rubbing her temples. Artemis and a few other hunters laughed.