Hey guys. This is my first PJO fanfic. Sorta.

And lemme just clear this. I like cookies.

CHAPTER ONE

Percy POV

I guess it started the day I got bitten by a wolf.

My life used to be in the dumps. But it got better when I found out that I was the son of a Greek god. That is, if you ignore the fact that I could die in any moment.

It certainly got better when Annabeth Chase became my girlfriend.

But then the worst goddess of 'em all, Queen Hera, kidnapped me and sent me to train with a bunch of wolves. Then the war happened and my life got on track again. Sort of.

I was in the clump of trees when I saw the wolf. I thought that it was a part of Lupa's pack. I didn't know how wrong I was at that time.

Due to camp half-blood and camp Jupiter getting united the gods were cured of their split personalities, and decided that they merge the two camps together.

A lot of new campers had also arrived, and as soon as they came they were claimed due to the promise that they were forced to swear.

Due to the different people being here, I didn't exactly feel assured. A lot of angry glances were targeted towards me.

Annabeth told me to be calm. I really tried, but when the new son of Ares called me a wimp, and pulled a prank on me, I got really angry. I was seeing red.

Later people told me that I had an aura radiating from me and that it was sickening.

It didn't get better from later. The routine was usual. Somebody got on my nerves, I beat the crap out of them, and people would get pissed with me.

And the thing was they wouldn't believe me when I tried to explain.

Like when somebody called Grover a loser.

This usually led to hours of solitude. Usually there was Annabeth to spend time with, but a few weeks she stopped coming.

I couldn't blame her. Camp got huge. The duties and responsibilities were a lot.

Same things could not be said for me. The only things that I used to do were get into fights and stare at the sky.

Or maybe practice at the arena.

Usually, honing my skill with swords used to be helpful. It made me forget about my problems.

But when there's nobody that wants to fight you, you don't get much of a exercise.

Sure, there Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank and Hazel to talk to, but Jason, Piper and Leo were a group by themselves and Frank and Hazel preferred to be by themselves.

Then one day I got into a huge fight with the son of Ares. (you know, the one that I said before) It was more serious than before. I was called by Chiron, and he told me that he was disappointed in me, and that if I showed this behavior again, he'd have no choice but to expel me.

That got me on track. Camp was the only place that I could call home. The only place I loved with all my heart.

I couldn't bear to go away from this place.

Anyways, back to the story. I was in my secret clump of trees when I saw it. The wolf was unlike any other I had seen before.

Its silver fur glistened in the full moon. Its body looked extremely fragile, but I knew it could survive a few hard blows. I could see its ribs beneath its fur. In short, it looked as if it had been starved for a few days.

That was all I noticed before it plunged its huge fangs in my shoulders and I fell on my butt feeling very tired and heavy.

And that's a wrap people.

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