CHAPTER 2

"NO, NO, NO!" Lupa had reached the brink of her patience (which was saying a lot). The wolf had been teaching the boy for a couple of days and yet it seemed they were getting nowhere. Until, it became A LOT clearer how important the situation was. She had forgotten her earlier suspicions, which were now replaced with curses for the boy's stupidity. As she threw curses, and stomped her paws, the boy stood up and his sea-green eyes full of annoyance.

"Oh, come on…. You said it. The Big Three. Zeus. Poseidon. Hades."

Lupa was so close to ripping his heart from his chest, when the she-wolf finally calmed down.

"The Big Three are Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades were the Greek gods. Now, only the Roman gods exist." Lupa grumbled

The boy had thrown himself on the floor, but his ears had perked up at the word 'Greek'. He massaged his temples as if trying to gain knowledge from his forgotten memory.

Before Lupa could attempt to kill (or question) the boy and low growl came from hardly 5 feet away.

The boy had jumped up, ready for an attack. Though Lupa doubted how he would survive with no training or sword

The boy, impulsively, reached into his pocket and took out a ballpoint pen. Lupa stifled a laugh. Oh, the fun of watching the demigods die, who thought they knew everything. As if her day wasn't weird enough, the boy uncapped the pen and out shot a 3 feet sword, gleaming. Celestial Bronze. How, Lupa thought, had a weakling got that.

From the shadows of the forest, a hellhound jumped out aiming towards the useless boy. The boy, as if he had done it a thousand times, sidestepped and manoeuvred his sword in a flash.

In a second, the hellhound was dead, lying on the floor.

Lupa growled at the spy. Her worst suspicions were correct. She pounced towards the boy aiming for his legs. Instead of swinging his sword, the boy flicked his wrist and the nearest water sprinkler went off. Somehow, he focused all the pressure to Lupa. All wolves hate water (at least as far as Lupa was concerned) so Lupa, being drenched, grew more furious and went in for the kill.

The boy stood their motionless, his eyes egging her to come forward. As she bit into his leg, her whole body felt a wave of immense pain. She backed down, whimpering. Who was this boy? As she glanced at the boy, she realised she had not made even a scratch on the boy's skin.

He looked shocked too as if he hadn't realised that suddenly he had iron skin like Achilles. Like Achilles.

Suddenly a wave of nausea passed over her. Achilles was Greek, dipped into the River Styx. The boy couldn't have been dipped too…

And then finally it dawned on Lupa. Son of the Sea God. Iron Skin. Potential enemy. This boy was the start of a great prophecy if Juno had interfered. Oh no! Lupa sat down (or however a wolf lays) and realised the grim times coming ahead. Her pack, Rome, the gods and even the Greek. Somehow, the Great prophecy had started. Possibly involving this boy. The Son of Poseidon.