Yo, sorry I haven't been updating lately. I have a tendency to do that. But before I get to all that I want to acknowledge the one comment that really stuck out.

Bluecelt99: So friggin' awesome! I've been waiting for somebody to write something like this for a long time. Are you writing a bunch more chapters? I noticed its been a month since you last updated. I'm not pressuring but this story is so fudgin' good! You should definitely finish. I love the whole twin brothers; thing along with them being Lycaon's kids and them being mates with Artemis and Athena. Please update!

Thanks so much! That means a lot and I'm glad you're liking it so far. Sorry about taking forever. I could make an excuse about school, but I still don't think it's a logical reason. I'll try and update more.

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Third Person Point of View

*age five*

"What are we supposed to do with these, Daddy?" A five year old asked the man towering over him and his younger brother. The man smiled down at his young sons patiently, they'll learn soon enough the man thought.

He bent down so he was eye level to the two boys before him and took them in. The blonde was standing there impassively, as if ready for anything. The raven haired boy—the boy who looked most like him—on the other hand, was smiling with a blank look on his face, as if he was completely and utterly oblivious to what was going on, but was trying to hide it.

"Well, boys," the man finally spoke, "you fight with it, of course."

The raven-haired boy, Perseus as his mother had named him—a suiting name it was—just stared down at his sword in wonder while the blonde—Jason gripped his sword tighter. It was clear to Lycaon then that his youngest son would succeed more with brains and strength. The other child would take some teaching, but with the right teacher, he would be the perfect son—both of them would.

"And how do we do that, Father?" Lycaon stared at his youngest son. For some uncanny reason, Jason had always refused to call him Dad or Daddy like his older brother always did. If he wasn't calling him father then he was calling him your majesty or my king. Of course Lycaon loved the terms of respect that his son held for him, but it held no personal meaning. Without personal meaning or endearment then his son could attempt to overthrow him. This is why Lycaon favored his oldest, because he did use terms of endearment, he could be manipulated easily.

"That is why we're here today," Lycaon answered his respectful son. "Today I am to teach you the basics of learning how to use a sword. You two won't always be able to use your claws or shift to fight, so it is best that you learn now how to protect yourself now before it is too late. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Yes, my king."

"First, I will teach you how to do a basic block," Lycaon unsheathed his own sword. "When your apparent goes for a vertical strike, you will hold your sword across your body, but above your head like this," Lycaon demonstrated. "Now, Jason, I want you to pretend to attack Perseus. Perseus, I want you to block his advances." Jason agreed immediately, while Percy wrinkled his nose at the mention of his full name. It's Percy, why can't Dad get that right?

Jason full aware of what his elder brother was thinking rolled his eyes. The two brothers, of course being werewolves, could mind link each other or communicate telepathically, but as they were twins, they never needed to mind link each other. They could already tell what the other was thinking without having to.

You know Father's formal. Besides he's hated nicknames ever since gods have mocked him by calling him Lucy, Jason replied to his brother's thoughts.

Percy frowned, but pushed the thought away knowing his little brother was right. For some reason he was always right and it annoyed Percy to no end that his little brother was the smarter of the two. But it doesn't matter anyway, Percy thought smugly, I'm still Daddy's favorite.

Percy didn't have time to try and rub it in Jason's face through their twin link because Jason was already attacking. Partially out of remembrance of what his father had said, and partially out of instinct, Percy through his sword up and cleanly blocked his brother's strike.

Anger surged through Percy, I wasn't ready, Jase.

Jason glared back, I said I was going to start five times, but you never answered. It's not my fault you weren't paying attention.

Without knowing what they were doing, the boys began to fight. Percy brought his sword up to strike his brother, but using the move they had just used, Jason blocked. Before Percy could move, Jason kicked his little feet out from under him, knocking Percy down.

Much like his brother had previously, Jason brought down his sword but Percy rolled out of the way before the blade could come near him. Percy slashed horizontally at Jason's feet and Jason jumped, his feet completely leaving the ground. Jason kicked Percy in the chest, once again succeeding in knocking his brother down. As Jason stood grinning triumphantly at his older brother, his sword pointed at his chest, their father watched silently, unsure of how to stop them.

Before Jason could say he won, Percy used his short legs to kick upwards, knocking his sword away. Percy reached for his sword to point at his little brother to claim that he had won instead, but when he reached for it, he discovered that it wasn't there.

Both of their swords were far away.

Neither of them had won.

Before either brother could pounce on the other to show who was the strongest, who held the real power, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

They turned to find the stern face of their father. Percy and Jason hung their heads low, guiltily.

"We're sorry, Dad, but we can explain!"

"Yeah, your majesty, we just – ," Lycaon held up his hand, silencing any excuse his sons could create at the moment to escape punishment.

"You two blatantly ignored my instructions," he announced. His sons' heads sunk lower. "You didn't even finish what I told you to," they were frightened now. It scared them to see their father angry at them. "And you did absolutely amazing!" He praised.

Jason and Percy's heads both snapped up in surprise. They glanced at each other, did he just say we did good?

No, he said we did amazing.

The idea of their father even smiling with pride was rare, but to outright tell them that they did amazing was completely unheard of. Was their father okay?

Lycaon grinned down at his children. The way they fought was flawless. That must've been their demigod side, not only did they have incredible instinct, but since their mother was the goddess of strife, they felt the need to cause conflict. If they needed to cause conflict then they could, by simply thinking or by fighting for it. They'd be useful in a war, very useful. Almost as useful as their own mother.

"Nice work, boys," Lycaon praised.

Nice work indeed. Just a little training and my little princes will be defeating anything and everything that crosses their paths. Even the beloved Olympians.

Lycaon smirked.


*age twelve*

"What are you doing?" Lycaon shouted at his sons. Percy and Jason cowered and whimpered in submission. They prayed silently to anyone who would listen that their father wouldn't punish them. They hated it in when he punished him. He cut them with knives and whipped them with whips enlaced with silver until they couldn't feel a single thing which somehow was incredibly painful even when they would be completely numb.

The myths about silver and how it was thing that weakened werewolves' was a complete thing—the same thing for wolfsbane or quicksilver or whatever humans believed. None of it worked. Wolfsbane and quicksilver and all of that was the equivalent of werewolves' alcohol or drugs depending on which it was. But being cut and whipped with silver still hurt like heck since it was extremely sharp and cut deeply into their skin.

They tried to be the perfect alphas, the perfect princes for their father, but they were only twelve. They didn't mean to break the weapons table, they had only been dueling like their father had instructed.

"Why can't you two do anything right?" He continued to yell at them. The twins felt like curling up into a ball and dying. Their father's power was just too much for them to handle.

"We're sorry," the boys chorused, hoping to soften their father's wrath. If he was going to punish them then hopefully he'd be softer about it. They couldn't afford another harsh beating, their punishment from before still hadn't healed completely.

"Sorry didn't break the gods damned table!" He roared, "Your idiocy did!"

They clenched their eyes tightly, their hands finding each other and enlacing with the others.

Lycaon let out a vicious growl, attempting to calm himself. He couldn't let it all loose or else he'd brutally murder his children. He had already lost his first fifty children because of his anger back when he was still human, now that he was a werewolf and an enemy of the gods he couldn't afford to kill them. No one would bear his heir, he was lucky to find his own lover to birth his children. And he couldn't use one of the pack woman for he needed the blood of a god to run through his sons' veins. "You know what, just get the hell out of my sight."

Neither prince needed to be told twice. They ran away from their father as fast as they could. Being near him when he was angry was never good.

When they stopped it was because they had seen a peculiar sight. There were children. Four of them. They stopped to stare at the strange children. They had never seen pack children—or other children for that matter. It was like their father was hiding them. He had told them when they asked that he'd show them to the pack and to all of the kingdom when they were sixteen years old which was four years away. They weren't really sure whether they should've been excited or nervous.

They sniffed the air. Only three of them were werewolves. Their mouths salivated once they realized was part goat—a satyr like their father had taught them. I could really go for some goat right now. How about you, Perce?

Percy grinned, whether because his brother had used his second favorite nickname or because he had wanted goat too was unknown. I was thinking the exact same thing, baby bro.

I'm only younger by a few minutes.

And . . . ?

Jason rolled his eyes, before stealthily creeping up on the satyr, Percy following suit. They crept up behind the four children without being noticed like their father had taught him. Father would be so proud, Jason thought bitterly. When they got close enough to the strange creature, they pounced on him, taking him down easily.

They were expecting to get him without much trouble, but what they weren't expecting was for the other three children to defend him—for the other werewolves to defend him. The little blonde girl pulled out a dagger, the girl with the choppy hair pulled out a knife, and the Spanish looking boy simply reached into some strange tool belt and pulled out a hammer with one hand and lit his other hand on fire. During this whole exchange, the satyr boy was thrashing and moaning, begging not to be eaten. No one paid him any mind.

"You will let him up," the choppy haired girl ordered and for some reason the twin boys felt like following her every order. Just as they were about to get up and let—him? It?—up they managed to snap out of it.

Jason narrowed his eyes at the girl, charmspeak, eh?

What's that?

How do you know what that is, don't you pay attention when Father is teaching?

No, I just cheat off you?

Jason sighed in slight disappointment, but it wasn't like he hadn't expected it. "Don't tell us what to do, girl. You have no power over us," Percy smirked. They'd been told they had the tendency to be as cocky as their father, but that was just plain insulting.

Nonetheless both boys got up and let the satyr thing up in the process. After he was let up, the goat person scrambled backwards, hiding behind his friends. "Who are you, and what are you doing on our territory?" Percy growled.

They all cowered, suddenly Percy and Jason's auras let out unleashing immense power from both of them. What are they? The four children wondered.

"I-I'm Annabeth," the blonde girl with stormy grey eyes spoke up, composing herself. She motioned towards the goat person hiding behind her. "This is my satyr friend, Grover. This is Piper," she motioned to the beautiful Indian girl to her left. Then pointed at the boy with an impish grin and a hammer, "And finally, this is my friend Leo. We're pack members here so the real question is: what are you two doing here?"

Both boys glanced at each other, silently they agreed not to tell them just yet. This was the first time they had interacted with people their age and there was no way they were going to screw it up. A cocky grin spread across Jason's face, "Oh that's none of your concern, sweetheart. But I will introduce us, I'm Jason and this here is my older twin brother, Percy."

Annabeth, Grover, Piper, and Leo simply nodded in greeting, not yet trusting the same person who attacked their friend. "So what are you guys?" Percy asked nonchalantly.

"We're demigods," the girl, Piper finally spoke. "Well, all except Grover—he's technically a satyr."

Jason and Percy stared in wonder. "But you smell like werewolves. How can you be demigods?"

At the mention of the term werewolves their faces grew serious. "My dad's Hephaestus, he's where I got my awesome fire powers from. Piper's mom is Aphrodite which is where she gets her prettiness. Annabeth's mom is Athena, she's where she gets her know-it-all-ness. And Grover's just a satyr. We got bitten and we turned into werewolves all because this guy Lycaon wanted to start a demigod-werewolf hybrid army. Guy's out of wack if you ask me."

Percy didn't like the way this kid was disrespecting his dad, while Jason on the other hand, absolutely loved this kid Leo for disrespecting their dad.

"Anyway," the kid continued, "who're your parents? What are you?"

"We're demigods just like you," Percy answered.

"You got bitten, too?" Their eyes lit up at the thought of meeting more people like them.

"No, we were born this way." Jason answered. Their faces morphed into confusion.

"How, who're your parents?" They questioned. Percy turned bitter at the mention of their parents.

"Our mother," Percy said the word with anger, "is some stupid god that was too selfish that she had to go and walk out on us. If I could, I'd –," Percy was silenced by a glare.

Jason glared at his brother and anger. He has no right to talk about our mother like that when he doesn't even know her. He doesn't know anything!

Percy and Jason always thought differently on the topic of their parents. Percy loved his father even though he beat them and absolutely loathed his mother. She didn't want them then it was their fault. They had their father, their father loved them. He only beat them because he wanted to teach them how to protect themselves and each other.

Jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand his father. It didn't matter if he was the werewolf king or that he was their father. He hated him. Their father had no right to be so mean, so disrespectful, and he definitely had no right to beat him and his brother. His mother on the other hand, he couldn't wait to meet. There had to be a reason she left them with their horrible father. There just had to be. One day, I'll find her and Percy will see. Just wait, Perce and I will finally have a parent that loves us.

"And our father is that guy out of wack that you mentioned, Lycaon," Jason finished for his brother. The kids' eyes widened and they bowed.

"Uh . . . I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect," Leo stammered out, but the twins waved it away dismissively, telling them to stand up. Not even Percy was upset about it anymore. It did sound like something their father would say, not even he could deny it.

"Please don't bow," they spoke in unison. "Sure we're princes, but we're nothing like our father."

They rose, sighing in relief. "So how come we haven't seen you around lately?"

"Our father's kind of strict about socializing. Perfect image and all." They nodded as if they understood. "Now we know this is kind of fast and all, but do you, by any chance, want to hang out with us?"

Percy and Jason glanced at each other uneasily. Lycaon would not be happy about it and if he found out, he'd punish them all for a week straight. Jason and Percy were sort of use to it now, but they weren't. It could literally kill them all.

Just when they were about to turn them down, Percy remembered something—it came as a shock to Jason too. Remember Dad said that one day we'd have to start our own little pack within our kingdom to start off so we could show that we were ready to take over the throne.

Jason stared at his brother in surprise. Their father had said that. They technically wouldn't be their own little pack, but they'd be a group which they'd have to have responsibility to start themselves off. Their dad couldn't say no this way.

"Okay," Jason agreed, smiling at the way their eyes lit up, "we can 'hang,' but only if you join our pack."

"What pack?" Annabeth questioned.

"The pack we're about to start. As princes, Dad wants us to show some responsibility so if we start a pack then we can hang and show our dad." They nodded.

"What do we do?"

"You pledge loyalty to us?"

Annabeth, Piper, Grover, and Leo had no clue what that meant, but as if by instinct, they kneeled and recited the exact words of pack entrance. A whoosh went through all six people and suddenly everyone's thoughts were heard. "Now concentrate on building a wall. It'll protect your thoughts from the rest of us unless you want to communicate with us through pack link."

They did as told, and after many tries they managed to get it right. They looked at each other with excitement. They were a pack which meant it was them against the world to the end. Jason and Percy grinned at each other, they were alphas. Not alpha kings, but still alphas and that was a good enough start.

Because of all the excitement not one person questioned how a satyr could join a pack—a werewolf pack much less.