I rolled off my bed onto the floor. "I fucking hate you sis," I growled at Hazel, not opening my eyes. "What time is it?"
"Reyna wants to talk to you, about the Neptune kid," Hazel told me, I looked up through my black hair at the black kid in front of me.
"I swear are we sure Zeus is the womanizer of the gods?" I asked her. Hazel tilted his head to the side. "What?"
Hazel glared at me. "You said Zeus. You're like Nico and Percy on that one," I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. I didn't really see what was wrong with that, except I was Roman, not Greek. I also didn't know who Percy was though. "Nico's here too by the way, thought you might want to meet our brother."
I was sixteen and for the love of Hades, Pluto, whoever, I had never met my own half brother. "I'd talk to Reyna first though, she would probably kill you if you didn't go to her first, though Nico looked like he was ready to bolt after talking to Percy. Plus he really wants to meet you," Hazel told me. I nodded, pulling my black t-shirt over my head. Of course as far as I knew I was the only Pluto kid that was born in this frigging era. Nico and Hazel were born pre-WWII, while I was born post Bosnian War (for you who don't know, that war ended on December 14, 1995, the day before was one month until I was born.) That scared me though, because Pluto wasn't suppose to have children after Hitler died, but nope here I am.
"What are you doing in here?" A tall blond man yelled at my sister. Cain was always doing that when he saw Frank or my sister in the Second Cohort Barrack, fucking douchebag son of Etruscan, Jana, whoever!
"She was telling me Reyna wanted to talk to me," I growled at him, keeping my lupitine features repressed as I stood up, chest to chest with him, my black eyes flickering red.
Cain growled back at me, "Watch your mouth graecus, you don't want all the dirty little secrets coming out." He was always holding that over me, because he knew what I didn't, why I was different.
Besides me being a werewolf, I knew I didn't belong in Camp Jupiter, I belonged somewhere else. Pluto wasn't my father, but he was. It is rather befuddling to be perfectly honest.
But I also knew his secret, that he was madly in love with me. Wimp. I pushed past him, Hazel following close behind. "Where's Nico?" I asked my little sister.
"But shouldn't you talk to Reyna first?" Hazel asked.
"She can wait, 't's not like he's going to be leaving anytime soon," I scoffed. "Where's my brother?"
Hazel pointed towards Hades' shrine, "Roof probably." I nodded a thanks and took off running towards the shrine of my father.

The tall dark figure stood in the middle of the open ice field, standing mere feet from the massive face carved into the ground. He was speaking to it, voicing his conserns on the matter she was now discussing with him.
"Can we trust him Mother? I mean he killed himself to save Olympus," the giant asked.
He also betrayed Olympus in the first place, what is there to say if he was pushed in the right direction, he would not do it again? Gaea replied to the giant.
"What if he figures out that she's not who she believes she is? If she finds out, our plans will fail, all of this will be in vain," the man replied nervously. "Hades's son is already aware of who she is it is only a matter of time before he tells her."
Gaea answered him with silence. Her mind was set, the child of Hermes would return.

I climbed up next to Nico on the roof of dad's shrine. It was littered with bones and dimonds. Both Nico and I knew better than to take them, unless we wanted to lose a limb or our life.
He was a sharp kid for fourteen or fifteen, his long black hair reaching his shoulders like mine, almost. His face shared a simillar hollowness that Hazel and I shared, but he had fair olive skin unlike us, Hazel being Black and I being a very deep shade of red from my Mohawk Native American ancestory. His sense of style was pretty damn good too, black jeans, black hoodie, and a band t-shirt. My style, and what I wore around camp insted of those gods forsaken purple t-shirts.
"You must be Nico," I stated, sitting down next to the younger teen. He looked at me; I swore for a second he paled, as if something was off, that I shouldn't be there talking to him. I just shrugged it off as nothing. "I'm guessing Nathan," he replied.
"Nathan Okimawinew, daughter of Pluto at your servce," I joked, mock-saluting him. In a way I was an army brat, so it wasn't that unusual for me to do stuff like that. How I got into the Second Cohort. Would have been First if it hadn't been for that stupid Apollo decendant.
Nico's aura was different, not a Pluto-different, it was different even for us. I felt less tense around him, more at home. Even his scent made me think safety, family, home while Hazel's was, well certanly different because she was once dead. It just didn't give me the same confert Nico's did.
"Have you met the son of Po—Neptune yet?" Nico asked me. I shook my head no. Neptune's spawn, this was going to be fun. "You two might have a lot in commen."
It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds were from camp or New Rome. I started to mess around with the bones, making them turn into various skeletons. Nico looked at me then the rapidly changing animals then back, rather intreged. "I can do the same thing, not as easily as you can though..."
"Not the coolest thing I can do," I explained, before putting my thumb and index finger in my mouth, making a loud whistling sound. A few seconds later a large black hound, around the size of a Irish Wolfhound, was sitting between us, licking me visiously before turning to Nico.
Jared looked back at me with blue-green eyes, then barked. "Friend?" I barked back, "Brother, good." Jared smiled and licked Nico to the point I was afraid he was going to drown. "Heal boy." The hound backed off, laying down behind us.
"How... what... that's not... you can't... never mind. Where you talking to him?" Nico asked me.
I nodded, looking down at the grass below. "My mom's family came from a long line of werewolves," I muttered. I wasn't ashamed of my heritage, I just didn't want my brother to think of me as a freak.
"Cool," Nico finally input, sounding less dreary than before. "I have a werewolf sister."