AN: I suck at making up titles. This has to be one of the weirdest things I've ever written. Like, legit weird. It was kinda awkward to write at some parts. Also, I'm kinda indecisive on whether I should continue it. I haven't planned that far ahead for it really. Also, this has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but I feel accomplished today… For a girl that spent most of the day holed up in her basement playing Modern Warfare 2 (on Veteran, mind you. I'm trying to get used to not using aim assist. I still need to beat "Takedown" and "Enemy of My Enemy" on that difficulty, and "Takedown" scares the living hell out of me because I hate being alone in favelas.) while singing obnoxiously to the radio. I must've heard "Give Me Everything" by Ne-Yo and Pitbull six times today. I have a reason for doing that: The weather is this beautifully bipolar state o' mine was absolute shit. It's been raining pretty hard on and off for the past few hours. Remember: Whenever you call, baby I roll up. Another, more important thing to remember is: Think Remus Lupin, but sexier. It's that important. Speaking of our friendly werewolf (I'm dropping hints, people.), it's time to get to the disclaimers and warning!

Warnings: This fic may contain slash. I'm not totally set on it, but that doesn't mean it's not a possibility. Also, there will be violence and language and words that may me familiar to you. I'll have a list of definitions at the end of each chapter if there is.

Disclaimers: I do not own PJO, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, and do not have a witty way of expressing this. I'm sorry.

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They waited, crouched patiently in the seamless dark of the quiet alley right outside of the apartment building despite the fact that New York was lit up like Christmas as always, for the target. Rain pounded the concrete, but they were not bothered. It may have masked the scent of the victim, yet their senses were heightened to almost two-hundred percent of the regular mortal and allowed them to sift through the muddled odours of the city.

One of them, who appeared to be the leader of the small group, tasted the air, letting the wet air filled his nostrils and tickle the back of his throat, and grunted. His glowing eyes flashed as he nodded towards the mouth of the alley. The four accomplices he had brought with him assembled there, two laying flat against either wall, while he stayed back, an e vil smile forming on his face as their prey approached.

He was totally unaware of the danger that lurked several feet away, cruising casually in the rain humming along to his iPod with his hood up and his hands in his pockets. Not much attention was paid to his surroundings since he knew the way home like the back of his hand and could walk the route blinded, disorientated, and sideways through an obstacle course. He was also in one of the safer neighbourhoods in New York where crime was frequent, but not enough for him to fear of getting stabbed or mugged. So, he was perfectly chill, his mind almost entirely on the music. That's why he didn't notice when they crept up on him until it was too late.

The first one, a man who he dully noted had hair like a rat's nest, rammed into him, knocking the ear buds out of his ears and alerting him to the oncoming danger. Quickly, he regained his balance and whirled around, landing a short left hook to the head and went deep in the belly with his right. The guy let the air out of his lungs with a large, dry sound and fell back.

The young man was jerked upwards, another, much larger foe holding him upright by the collar of his jacket. He spun around and threw his left arm over the man's extended one. Then, using his momentum, he swung his right arm into the ribs of his captor. The crunch the came after his punch hit home made him flinch, but he didn't let up. The giant's body twisted in pain. Still having control over the man's left arm, he threw another punch at his exposed side. The man roared in pain, sounding more animal than man, as his ribs fractured. The adrenaline-pumped teen wasted no time in reaching for his pocket and unleashing his sword after shoving the man away, letting him slip on the slick sidewalk and land halfway into the busy street.

A third man leapt into the fight, and the fourth waited – still unseen by the boy – and tensed in preparation to join in the fight also, but the leader stopped him when he placed a hand on his shoulder and murmured, "Seth." Seth stood and watched the short-lived fight. The target was surprised at the appearance of another person, who too was armed with a sword, and had to compose himself quickly. The man in the shadows knew the boy was talented with a sword; he was flawless in the strength and speed he put forth into dueling, but Seth hadn't know he was this good and even began to doubt the they could actually capture him with the skill the kid held. Seth then shook his head, scolding himself for thinking such thoughts. Negative thoughts would bring down his game and that was not something he could afford to let happen when his leader was around, counting on him to do the job they were specifically hired to do. Vaguely, he noticed his ally had gone done, dark crimson spilling from the slash across his chest into the puddles; the boy just stayed where he was, frozen and breathing a bit heavily, staring at the bodies around him. None of them were dead, of course. He wouldn't kill them outside of an actual battlefield, but he also couldn't risk anybody even catching eye of them, so he dragged all of them to the alley.

The teenager's senses were completely open and searching for any more threats. His eyes darted around and kept on returning to the spot where the remaining two men stood. He couldn't see them, though, making Seth smirk. He dumped the bodies in the furthest corner of the alley. With his back turned, the kid made an absolutely perfect target, and, with his leader's instruction, Seth tackled him from behind, only to have his position switched into that of the kidnapee. He landed roughly on the pot-holed ground and spat out the loose pieces of asphalt he had collected on the way down.

"What do you want from me?" the raven-haired boy yelled. He had Seth pinned by his legs and with an elbow in his back.

"Can't tell. Boss's orders," Seth replied cheekily in an attempt to buy time.

"Who's your boss?" he asked.

"Can't tell you that either."

The teenager was getting irritated at his answers and increased the pressure in his elbows. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to, you know."

He was bluffing, Seth could tell. He knew the kid really kill him unless his life depended on it – which it really did, but he couldn't let him know that. "Please don't," he pleaded, pretending to take him seriously.

"Tell me who your boss is –." Seth felt the weight being lifted off of him and jumped to his feet, readying himself for the exact moment he would strike.

At long last, the leader had joined in the fight, attacking with vicious, clawed fists and high kicks. The teen dodged them all, completely immersed in the fight. Seth watched with mild interest, only looking for the brief window of him he had to paralyze the guy. It came when his leader pulled a spear from out of nowhere and caught the sword mid-swing, locking it in place. Despite his immense strength, the young man struggled against the strength of the brawnier man trying to keep the weapons locked.

Seth ran towards them, pinpointing the precise spot he would strike as he did. His feet pounded the asphalt, signaling the boy of his approach, who then dropped his sword to free his hands a moment too late. He collapsed to the ground when Seth jammed his fingers into the small of his back, immobile. Seth's leader returned his spear from where it came and stood over the frozen boy. "I'm very disappointed in you, Perseus Jackson," and then ordered Seth to beat him unconscious.

Percy really regretted not taking up Annabeth's offer of giving him a ride home.

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Percy screamed in pain. He arched his back against the stone cold surface of the concrete table he was chained to as his bone shifted, broke, and mended themselves underneath his swear-slicked skin. His body buckled when muscle moved and transformed. With each snap and each spasm his cries became more animal than human, varying in pitch and tone.

Now-clawed fingers tore at his own pale flash in attempt to unleash the monster that caused the agonising burning in his chest, leaving long gashes that wouldn't be there in the morning. Hair grew everywhere on his bare body, becoming soft and silky raven fur that covered nearly every nook and cranny. Long, slim fingers grew rough on the palms and became even longer, tipped with claws like razors. The bones in his feet elongated and five toes became the four padded ones he would run on. His already muscular torso and biceps bulged with bigger, newer muscle. Percy howled when the throbbing in his head increased ten-fold as his skull lengthened into that of a wolf's, the silky fur erupted from his pores in a rippling effect that ended at the very tips of his pointed ears.

It was finally over, for which Percy was glad, and for the first time since he had been human he opened his eyes.

Instantly, he was awed by the moon-kissed, dreamy appearance everything had taken on except the moon, who hung in the starless night with clarity and vibrancy. The picture was ruined when his highly-sensitive ears picked up the reverberating echo of footsteps a few corridors away.

When the individual entered the stone chamber, Percy tried to lift his head but couldn't due to the chains strapping his hands and feet to the table. Instead, he sniffed the air and caught a scent almost familiar to him. It was a blend of something unmistakably recognisable and something he barely knew which made his nostrils burn from the strength of it. He growled lowly at the stranger, finding himself unable to communicate using words. The growling grew in intensity and volume when he saw who it was. Admittedly, it took him a few moments to organise his scrambled brain – there was no mistaking who it was though.

Luke Castellan. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. Percy had seen the son of Hermes die himself, been there to grieve at his funeral, knew he was dead when Nico had announced that his soul had made it into Elysium, yet here he was in the flesh, alive and breathing, though there was some a bit… off about him. Something Percy just couldn't quite put a finger on. Then he realised with a horrifying conclusion.

His eyes.

In his eyes there was not a single speck of sky-blue to be found in a sea molten gold. Kronos had completely taken over. There was a thought nagging at his mind, telling him that this wasn't possible: Hadn't Luke's body been burning when he plunged the knife into his chest? Wasn't he supposed to spontaniously combust when Kronos regained all his power? He released a deep-throated snarl. Kronos chuckled.

"My, my. What do we have here? Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, supposed 'hero of Olympus', and disperser of me, the king of time, father of the Olympians, Kronos?" His voice grated along Percy's skin, sending shivers throughout his lupine body. The Titan stood over the table and bent down to look into still pristine sea green eyes. "It appears so."

Percy snarled once more and snapped at his face and bared his glistening, white, serrated teeth.

Kronos righted himself and frowned disapprovingly at him and tutted. "Acting like a wild animal isn't going to get you anywhere, Perseus, it only makes you even more of a monster. Though," he paused briefly, looking the teenager over, "I must say, Lycaon did a wonderful job capturing you. How he got past your Achilles' heel to deliver the bite, I have no idea, but as long as he got the job done… Mother will be most pleased."

Percy froze. Mother? He wracked his brain for any information he could find on the mother of the Titans. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a wicked grin forming on the face of the enemy as he pieced everything together to form one answer: Gaea.

Shit.

Kronos' grin was a infuriating as it was evil, yet it wasn't a full, blown-out villainous smile. "Oh, mummy dearest, your sweat great-grandmother. I look forward to telling Gaea all about you, Perseus; she loves hearing about the family, and it's been such a long time since she's been awake. You see," he began pacing back and forth casually in fron of Percy with his hands clasped behind his back, "she's been in a sort of hibernation ever since your father and his siblings-" Percy could practically taste the hatred rolling off of Kronos' tongue "-used my own weapon against me, shredding me into billions of pieces, not unlike what I had done to my father, Ouranos, when the world was still fairly new. But now, with monsters both common and forgotten being recruited into my ranks, I will have the power to stir Mother Earth from her millennia of sleep. Together, with the help of my brethren, we shall overthrow those Olympian fools for once and for all, and you, my young werewolf, are going to help me." His grin morphed into a wide, malicious smile and his golden eyes glinted in the silver moonlight.

Never, Percy wished he could say, but instead was voiced by a growl. There was no way in Hades he would ever side with Kronos, whether he was forced to or not. The Titan had caused the death of so many friends, of so many innocent lives, during the war.

"Stupid boy, you will side with me. After all, only Lycaon can teach you how to control this." Kronos ran a finger down the centre of Percy's chest. Kinky bastard. "And he's not willing to give lessons to those on the opposing side. You're a much more dangerous individual than you were before, Perseus. You're more of a killing machine than you were before, you don't know how control the shift, and once you start, you'll never stop. Not for your friends and not for your loved ones. You'll kill them all until you learn to handle this bloodlust, and I'm postive you're not okay with," what were once Luke's lips brushed up against his ear, "murder."

Percy blacked out with a whimper and a bang.

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The pillow muffled Percy's scream when he opened his eyes to find another pair staring right at him. It took him about five minutes to realise they were only smudges on the wall. His heart rate slowed and Percy relaxed, flipping onto his back and staring at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts and shot upright.

He had almost forgotten about Luke. Percy shuddered and glanced at the clock. It was just past two in the morning and the moon was full outside his window. For a quick instant he thought his bones might start to shift, fur might grow out of his face, he wouldn't be able to use words. He held his breath, preparing for the pain that never came, and sighed in relief. It was all just a dream. Something like that couldn't have I in under an hour. Percy had been attacked earlier by monsters though and didn't remember what had happened after, but he had made it home, hadn't he?

His mother turned on the tap in the bathroom next door, and Percy didn't want her to check on him only to find him awake. She'd ask questions like the responisble parent she was and he wouldn't like to worry her, so he lay back down and let sleep drag him under.

Specks of dust flitted through the shallow shaft of light illuminating the black room. The air was cool and damp like a cave's, yet in the very centre it radiated warmth. There, right smack-dab in the middle of the cave was a large cave that appeared to have sprung straight from the earth, constructed of thick roots, and sitting inside was a person that made Percy's blood boil.

"Ah, Perseus, glad to see you've received the dream. I haven't seen you in a while now, how's Annabeth?" Hera smiled, but it didn't quite reach her peacock-blue eyes.

He replied curtly and held his composure. "Hello, Lady Hera. Annabeth is doing well, thank you very much. She's very busy wokring on Olympus, so it's not like I get to see her much." She really didn't care about Annabeth or her well-being. Honestly, she nearly despised the girl as much as she did all of her husband's illegitament children. Look at how she treated Hercules, for example. Those Disney fools didn't know how angry it made her when they twisted the story to make the bastard one of her own children. Though, her hatred of the daughter of Athena was something born more out of jealousy than of dislike. The son of Poseidon would be a much more faithful partnet than Zues will ever be.

Hera plastered on another fake smile. "That's wonderful to her, but let us get down to business." The queen of the gods turned to face the darkness behind her. "Jason!" she called.

A blonde boy, who could't've been that much younger than Percy, emerged from the shadows. Percy was taken aback by the intensity of his electric blue eyes that reminded him uncannily of Thalia. The new boy looked the older teen up and down in the dim light with a bored expression. "Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, consul of demigods, praetor of the First Legion, vanquisher of the Titan Krios."

Percy hesistated in taking Jason's hand. He didn't like the guy already after twenty seconds. "What a list of accomplishes you have there," he said dryly. Finally deciding to shake the Roman's hand, he grasped it as hard as he could without breaking the kid's hand. "Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, child of Greece, bearer of Atlas' curse, bane of Hyperion, disperser of Kronos, saviour of Olympus," he wondered if he should add the last part. He didn't want to sound arrogant. Oh, what the hell. Just say it. "all-around better guy than you." The last part was meant as a joke, and Jason caught on, breaking his stoic expression with a small smirk. "You said your name was Grace, didn't you?"

Jason nodded. "Last name, yeah. Why?"

He peered at him before shaking his head. "It's nothing. Grace is just a common last name."

Hera broke the awkward silence that followed by clearing her throat. "Boys, I am in desperate need of your assistance."

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