Sorry for not updating in a month. I am running out of inspiration for Goode High so I started writing this up at school, so lucky the teacher never caught me, If you don't get the summary, this is like a mystery story so you have to read it all first to know what it means. This chapter is written in Percy's POV but the rest Annabeth's just so you guys don't get confused. So anyway on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO series blah blah blah *crying*

I ran through the dark, eerie night. Rain was pouring hard on me. I was tired and cold, but I really need to get to the camp, a life is depending on me.

I stopped in my tracks, checking my surroundings, but there was nothing to see. I hear something, a distant howl, to far to be near. I was shocked but relieved that they weren't following me anymore. I guess they gave up on me, turned around to their mommies. Huh, I guess the son of Poseidon, AKA me, scares them to little pieces after all.

I walked on the road. It was quiet, a little too quiet. I continued walking, and about a millisecond later, on of them pounced on me. I landed on the ground with a thud. I realized that I haven't only fall on the ground but fell right to their trap as well. I never knew wolves could be so smart.

Wolves, the followers, or rather slaves, of Lycaon, the first werewolf. The wolves spotted me and what I was carrying on my way to camp. Apparently, the something I had in my hands was actually a cure for Lycaon's curse. They reported immediately to their master. And when the news came to Lycaon, they've been chasing me until now. But I think it's time for the chase to end.

"Aghhhhhhh!" I started gathering my bearings; yes the impact was so strong that I needed to take a few seconds to recover. I stood up; just then a raspy voice spoke to me.

"Hello, son of Poseidon."

"Hey furball." I replied calmly

"I heard that you have the cure of Asclepius. May I see it?"

The wolves were circling me now. How many are they? One, two, three, four, five, even in that number they could easily rip me to shreds. I'm officially trapped.

The vial containing the cure started glowing, Apollo told me this would happen, when the current owner is in danger it starts glowing, and when I'm hurt severely it will automatically fly into my mouth, that's something not good. You see, when you drink the cure it can still refill for future generations but it takes years to perform that action. And that can't happen because she will die.

Her name was Annabeth. She ran away from home when she was seven and sixteen. Her mother, Athena, guided her to Camp Half-Blood, but it doesn't end there. She came across five Basilisks on the way here. She had a celestial bronze knife with her, so she managed to kill four of them. When she wasn't expecting it, the last one jumped at her and bit her leg.

Basilisk poison was extremely dangerous; she crumpled to the ground within seconds. The poison may be deadly but it takes time for it to kill. I found her on the road and carried her to the Big House, where I consulted Chiron for help.

The cure of Asclepius was the only choice next to a healing pomegranate of Persephone that is in a garden filled with identical, murderous ones. The vial was with Apollo, it seemed too easy to say but hard to do. See you actually have to chase him on his way west as a sun so I started and ended my journey right where I'm at right now, Half-Blood Hill.

The pine tree was so visible at this point. I was so close but so far. I really hope that someone was on border patrol right now; but if I recall properly it's a Tuesday so no butt saving for Percy this time.

"In your dreams, Lycaon!" One wolf snarled at me and I staggered back. I bumped into another one of them. Now it growled at me. I caught a glimpse of its fangs; they were about five inches long. I can imagine myself like that, in a wolf's mouth dead, but I'm not yet done with my quest and I'm not giving up.

"Maybe my wolves will help you change your mind, eh." The wolves changed position. They were still around me but facing my direction.

"Never Lycaon!" They started getting closer. This is it. I thought. If I'm going to die right now, better die with honor and dignity.

I pulled out my pen, uncapped it, and it turned into a full size sword. The nearest wolf gazed at the blade, filled with wisdom of what it is, I slashed at him and he turned into dust. The next one was surprised of what he saw, it took him a while to realize that he was next. He crumpled like the last one. The last three all lunged at me at the same time, but with the right timing, I was able to slash them all at once.

"Nooooooooo!" Lycaon screamed. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. He jumped on me. I was pinned down on the ground, his canines started to grow into fangs, he started to grow fur. I knew what was coming, he was turning into a wolf.

Just before he had his final transformation, a bright light shined on us, one sign that a god was here to help. The god wasn't just any god, he was my dad, Poseidon.

"LYCAON!" His voice thundered throughout the hill, I bet he woke up a few not so happy campers. "Let go of my son!"

"Don't interfere Poseidon. This is not your fight." Lycaon countered.

"He is my son, as I clearly stated earlier! Now let go of HIM!" Lycaon had no choice but to back down, but he really wanted to push my dad's buttons.

"Don't you remember Zeus' agreement, to curse me in this form while I go throughout my life? To eat what I want to eat, to go where I want to go, and to kill any demigod scum whatsoever as I please. After all you were there, weren't you? He said in a confident way. My father was speechless, everything Lycaon said was, in fact, true.

"Just please don't kill him." Poseidon said with sadness in his eyes

"I never planned to kill him; since you came I think we can adjust a little space for more pain. Accept it as a gift from me to you and Percy, after all it will teach you a rather important lesson." With every word he said, I felt like whimpering and crying like Tyson would do.

My dad turned to me and said, "I am so sorry Percy."

"Sorry for what?" Before I could figure it out, Lycaon inserted his fangs into my biceps. The pain surged through me like electricity, I let out an agonizing scream, and after that I blacked out.

Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound – Taylor Swift, Safe and Sound

I woke up in the infirmary, next to another bed, Annabeth's, I guessed. And I was right. Her blonde hair shimmered under the sun's rays, she was sleeping peacefully, not like the last time I saw her…

She was shivering and whimpering, curled into a ball. I barely knew her, but I just hate seeing her like this.

Her lips were dry. Her forehead was beaded with cold sweat. She mumbled various words like she had schizophrenia. The blankets were tossed around her feet, her pillow on the floor, I just kept staring at her, wanting it to all stop…

I started getting out of bed. A bandage was wrapped around my arm. The pain from the bite was fading away, but it still hurts like hell. I wonder if I could turn into a wolf or something, since Lycaon, a werewolf, bit me. The thought of it was cool but when I consider the possibilities of losing control and kill a whole town doesn't sound that good.

I walked to the front porch, assuming Chiron was there, and there he was in his wheelchair form. He was a centaur, half man half horse. I would get down to further details but you get the picture.

"Ah Percy, come here boy." I walked closer to him and sat down on a chair. "The cure was successful, Annabeth is healed and all but I'm more interested in your case. Tell me what happened." I told him everything, the wolves Lycaon, my Father and… the bite.

"Chiron, who brought me to the camp?" I asked.

"Your Father did Percy. There was a bright light that shone over beside Annabeth's bed, soon enough you fell out of it and landed on the bed next to her. In your hands was the cure, and on your arm were two holes." I immediately knew that those holes were the bite marks Lycaon gave me. He shot me a concerned look in his eyes and I looked at him with solemnity on my face. "Um, Percy can you please check on Annabeth if she's awake and if she is give her a tour around camp please." I nodded and started walking back inside the infirmary.

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