Hell hounds suck
"Michael, Collin! Get down here!" Mrs. Annabeth Jackson-Chase called to her two kids, while cradling her third in the crook of her arm.
"PERCY!" She called to her dearly beloved husband. "Put your work away and get ready for dinner!"
"Coming, love!" he answered, obviously way too caught up in his work to have heard what she had said. Annabeth sighed and stomped up the stairs to pull her husband away from his work, still holding her month-old daughter, Jane, in her arms.
Peeking into his work room, Annabeth whipped out her dagger and set her daughter down as soon as she saw the massive hell hound viciously attacking her husband.
"PERCY!" she screamed, readying herself to fight to save her husband, but before she did so, she caught a glimpse of her kids rushing up the stairs.
"Oh, shit!" she thought just before she dove into the fight.
Chapter two
Annabeth almost wished she had left with the hell hound to save her from her children's volley of questions. She sighed again.
"We heard you scream-"
"You, like, took out a dagger-"
"Mom you stabbed it, like, 'HI-YA!'-"
"What was that thing?"
"Like, yeah?"
"Is it gone?
"What happened to dad?"
"Is he okay?"
"ENOUGH!" She commanded. "I am going to go clean up your father. You will go downstairs with Jane and stay completely silent until I get there. Understood?