Percy POV
I was having a lovely day until I met the wolf in the woods of camp half blood. It seems that whenever I am going to have a good day, the fates fuck it up with some monster or another. This time was a wolf. A very large wolf. It was black with a silver streak down its back, and blood red eyes. I knew it wasn't a hellhound, so what the fuck was it? However, I didn't have much time to think about it, as the 'wolf' decided I was lunch, and pounced. I dropped to the ground and rolled beneath its paws, uncapped Riptide and swung. All in the space of a few seconds. But what happened next completely astounded me.
The sword glanced off its hide like it would off mine if I still had the curse of Achilles. In my moment of shock and confusion, it swung around and bit my arm. I screamed in pain, and punched it in the face. It let go and started backing away. I took a risk and drew my silver hunting knife and threw it at the wolf. It disappeared into its skull with a THUNK. The wolf burst into sand, but not before I realised what happened. "Werewolf. Fuck me." Werewolves could only be hurt by silver, so it made sense. And, it just bit me. Shit. I passed out.
(Still Percy POV)
I woke to see the infirmary, with its white walls and curtains, along with Will Solace, Chiron and surprisingly, Clarisse, standing in the door. I groaned, alerting them to my wakefulness. They rushed over gestured to my bandaged arm, and asked me all at once. "What the fuck happened?" or, variations of. So I told them how it happened, leaving out the fact it was a werewolf. I had the feeling they didn't need to know. Clarisse narrowed her eyes, but let me continue. When I was done, Chiron told me I was to stay in the infirmary for a day or two. He and will promptly left.
Clarisse waited until they were out of earshot and started talking.
"you are a lot of things Perseus, but a good liar is not one of them. Spill." I got the feeling she could be trusted, so I told her. I don't know why, but it seemed right. Go figure. What she said next surprised me even more. "Does it hurt that much? I got clawed by one once, but I've been told that a bite hurts ten or fifteen times more than claws." I looked at her shocked. "Ok, first of all, why do you care? We have been frenimies since I got here, and secondly, where did you get clawed?"
Clarisse POV
I don't know why I am talking to Perseus, but what the fuck. When he asked me where I got clawed, o got a bit uncomfortable as it was a bit of a touchy subject. Not so much the where, but the how. He didn't ask, but that didn't mean that the memory didn't surface. So I turned around and lifted my shirt up a bit so he could see the scars, which were still red as if it had happened only last week. But it had happened four years ago.
Percy POV
I was surprised when she turned and lifted her shirt, but what really surprised me were the marks. Four parallel jagged lines, red as a hell, and looked freshly made. Like, a week old. At the sound of footsteps, she quickly lowered her shirt. The curtain burst open, and Annabeth, Grover, Thalia, Nico, Travis and Conner shoving their way through the door. They started shouting at me, and it took a long time to finally get them to shut the fuck up. When they did, I told them the same thing as I told Chiron and Will. As I was talking, Clarisse slipped past them all, a feat extraordinary as the stolls were almost never sneaked past, with the exception of Artemis and Hermes,