This isn't exactly the time I originally wanted to post the chapter, but I have been kept busy by such things as Skyrim and Fable. I've played them so many times it really shouldn't be fun, but I can't help it. I'm addicted, and I'm proud!

I have also been kept away from this by a short story I'm working on. It has the potential to be either Pepper or Percabeth. I'm not quite sure on it yet. For exclusive sneak previews to my upcoming works, check out my profile. The previews will get longer (and better) as I have more time to brainstorm and write.

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Piper was in complete awe at the creature in front of her.

It was... large to say the least.

The wolf was easily fifteen feet tall, and eight feet long, not including the tail. It had muscular legs covered in shaggy midnight black fur. Metallic silver claws dug into the dirt. The rest of the body was covered in the long black fur, except for a small bit of white highlighting his ears. The face was of wolf perfection, the snout and nose proportional to the rest of the body. The most astonishing feature though, and beautiful, was the eyes.

They were round and deep, retaining the same gorgeous green it had always had. Now, not only were the pupils silver, but the delicate pattern surrounding his pupil, once a cobalt blue, was now silver as well, standing out against the green canvas. In the emerald ocean, two tendrils flowed, intertwining occasionally before breaking apart once more. One was a sapphire blue, and the other was a magnificent gold.

The beautiful eyes seemed frozen, as did the rest of Wolf Percy's body. They were fixed on her, and never before had Piper felt so self conscious and terrified as she did then.

Out of nowhere, it yelped, the cry ringing out throughout the area. The wolf fell to the ground, seizing up in obvious pain. It stopped thrashing as suddenly as it had started, and shot up to its feet. It met her eyes, and painfully yelped again, ripping its body around in the other direction and running in the other direction.

Before it had gotten twenty feet away, it twitched violently, shuddering, as if it wanted to turn back around. It barked roughly, shaking its massive head before shooting forward at a speed certainty faster than sound itself.

It was as if a rushing wind had sped down the circle, and out of instinct both she and Leo closed their eyes. When they opened them, he was gone.

Leo turned slowly towards her, a look of disbelief on his face.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked bewildered.

"I, I don't know. Is he okay?" Piper stuttered out, shocked.

"I'm not sure. I don't know if he was having seizures, or just pranking us. I'm afraid the former is more likely."

"I'm worried. We lose him, find him, and then we lose him again. Are we going to be able to find him this time? We don't even have a clue as to where he is, or went, and at the speed he was running, I'm not sure we'll ever be able to track him."

"Don't worry, we'll find him. Did you see how big he was? That'll be hard to miss. I'm still in shock that he wasn't lying. I mean, he looked like a real wolf. A hell of a lot bigger, but nothing like the other werewolves we know of. I can't understand one thing, he said he'd be in control of himself, but when he took off, it looked like he was arguing with himself. Did you notice that?"

"He did look... conflicted. I'm felt terrified when he looked at me, and I'm ashamed of it. He's our friend, and even if he didn't look too confident, I know he wouldn't hurt us."

Leo nodded, "We need to get back to camp, it's been a long day. I think we should rest a few days before we begin our new search.

Piper agreed, and with heavy hearts the two heroes began their long journey back to camp.


He was running, running as fast as his legs could carry him. The forest blurred around him until the trees began to thin, the end of the forest approaching rapidly.

Percy felt greatly in tune with his limbs, already feeling as if he'd been using them his entire life. It came as natural as breathing, or sleeping.

The demigod/werewolf was ashamed. He was on the brink of losing his control over his actions when he had looked at Piper. He felt frozen, feeling something roar inside of him, demanding that he make her know that she was his. Demanding that he dominate her.

He was on the brink of doing so, when Si had intervened, stabbing at the beast inside of him and letting him regain enough sense to turn around. It was terrible, thinking that he was close to harming anyone, especially Piper.

The wolf was not easily defeated, and Percy almost lost himself again when he started to flee, but again Si came to the rescue, defending Percy's consciousness and mind fiercely.

Poseidon's son had run after that, belittling and harshly demeaning himself while dodging trees and obstacles with super sonic reflexes.

"Percy, stop. It's not your fault, it's mine. I miscalculated how much the New Moon would enhance you inner wolf's hormones. I'm sorry. I should have told you to run away as soon as you awoke, but I didn't, and you nearly paid for it. Slow yourself, your about to cross camp's borders." Si's voice rang throughout his mind.

The wolf slowed, his paws abruptly stopping.

"I don't think I should stay in camp. Look what I nearly did. I'm endangering everyone here. I need to leave. I don't know what I'm going to do, or where I'm going to go. But I know I won't find those answers here." He told Si, feeling morose.

"This is a wise decision Percy, but a lonely path awaits you if you choose to walk it. Are you truly prepared for that? Being away from your mate will eventually drive you mad, and you may wish for a death that will never come."

"But being near her will cause her a death that she never expected, I fear. I will do whatever is needed to keep her safe, even if it means staying as far away as possible and craving her company, yet never receiving it. I am ready to live the life of the lone wolf, and disappear from the face of the earth."

"So be it, Perseus. I will remain here if you require my knowledge."

Percy jogged a little farther, fending off the feelings of lonesomeness already creeping into his mind. He could feel when he passed the camp's borders, a chilling sensation passing over him before fading away. He could hear distant cars driving, radios playing, and horns honking.

It was pitch black outside, but he found he could see perfectly fine, and as he took in a large whiff through his nose, he smelled a distinctly terrible odor of reptiles, and as he raised his great head, he found himself looking across the black paved street into the glaring yellow eyes of a small hydra.

He howled in triumph, he had found a purpose.


Five years.

That's how long until he finally became a shell.

He was alone, and he knew that was how it was always going to be. He was a monster, and no one would, or could, love a monster.

Percy had grown wise in five years, and had learned many things. He had unlocked powers that not even Si knew of, able to change his forms size, speak to other animals, become invisible, and had developed a way of tracking inside of his mind; being able to find exactly where monsters were was quite useful in hunting them down.

The werewolf had been busy, slaying evil monsters and beasts that would seek to harm others, sniffing out and protecting demigods, and indirectly leading them to camp. He would find a monster attacking a defenseless demigod, kill the monster, and leave a note in the yellow dust telling them that to find out who they really were, head to Half Blood Hill, and then leaving as soon as he had dropped the letter.

He would find the terminally sick and, in the night, inject them with his anti venom, which would immediately cure their ailment and heal them. He'd leave a note to them, saying that 'The Guardian' had given them a second chance, and to use it well.

Percy would use a syringe of course, transforming briefly into his human form to inject it before injecting it, leaving the note, and leaving in his wolf form.

It was rare the demigod would do this, for it was dangerous to meddle with fate, but he did it mostly for children.

It made him feel like a person again, like less of a monster.

One day, he realized he just didn't care anymore. About anything. No one had come to look for him, or had Iris messaged him, or even tried in five years. Why should he help people that didn't even have the guts to help themselves. Who didn't care to find him or make sure he was OK.

Always he longed for Piper, but she, like all the others, hadn't even tried. Percy became bitter and lonesome, his heart always felt like a battle ground. One side wished to stay true to her, that she'd come through, but the other side said she hasn't before, she won't now.

The constant war left him shattered and robotic.

And as Si had forewarned, he wished for death. For a release from living eternity alone, yet he knew he would not receive the death he sought. He lived nowhere, traveling always, and hunting his own food in the wild. It was tough and tasted like game, but it was the best he could do, and he had gotten used to it.

It was the night of a Full Moon, and as he absentmindedly sat by a lake, he honestly didn't know where, and gazed up at the moon, he decided he was done. Done with living as a monster.

Shifting to his human form, he sighed softly as he felt the fabric of the clothing fade back onto his body. Kneeling on the ground, he again looked towards the moon.

"Lady Artemis, I pray to you, may you grace me with your ears even if I am a foul male, a monster. I ask that you slay me, for I have no desire to live, and am only a blight on this world. For years I have looked towards your moon chariot, watching as it changed forms in the sky, gaining powers from it. Now I wish to be destroyed, and cannot be destroyed by any lesser force, only you Mil'Lady can gift me peace. Grant an old warrior the serenity of death, Goddess of the Moon, and slay me." Percy spoke, his voice raspy from the lack of usage it received.

His eyes were closed, but through his eyelids he could see the moon shine brightly, and hear a whistle like an arrow in the wind.

As he did open his eyes, he smiled warily as he saw Artemis before him, for once an expression on her face-disbelief.

"Perseus?"


Not my longest, but I wanted a cliffhanger and progression. For all you Pepper shippers and Leo lovers out there, everything will be explained in either next chapter or the chapter after that. Anyways, I feel like I got lazy towards the end, sorry, but I'm still lazy, so I'm not going to change it.

Keep rocking folks!

Till next time,

~Ace