YAY! I finally got this up! Curse school for stealing my writing time… Rawr. Anyway, I am SO HAPPY for the fantastic reviews you guys say about the story that I actually find not great. It's just my average best. Well, anyway, I have BIG plans for this story! OHMYGOD, the Son of Neptune trailer is out, and I saw the character art for Frank! I kinda made him look like it, and I hadn't seen the art until after you met Frank. And, his last name is Zhang, by the way. So yeah, I just had to say that. And, he's not an Ares kid! He had a bow and arrow (Like Hazel did in Chapter three, which I found WEIRD!) in his hands, and I'm guessing he is one kick-butt son of Apollo. OH and I have an idea that goes with "Faster" by Matt Nathanson. You are gonna be surprised by what's gonna happen with it… Maybe not, but I don't care. Okay, I'm done with my note, and here is part dos of Hazel's POV. Enjoy guys.
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IV-Hazel

Hazel wanted to run and live among the woodland creatures badly.

Sadly, she couldn't or else her dad would kick her semi-godly butt down to Pluto.

She felt like a disgrace to the gods. She was afraid as Lupa's wolves inched towards her, growling, hungry for blood. The Romans weren't supposed to be afraid- not at all. Plus, she'd expected that she'd die in some battle, but no- she'd die because of getting mauled by wolves because she'd decided to protect a newbie. If she survived this, she would be shunned. Hazel wasn't the kind of girl that got that!

Why'd she protect Percy anyway? He could've handled himself Hazel decided after seeing his sword skills, which were seriously good.

Where'd he learn to fight like that anyway? Was he trained at another place for demigods or what?

Hazel shook her head mentally. There was no other place for demigods like Hazel! No way. There was one place that children of the gods went and that was it. Legion Camp- Only place on Earth where'd you get trained to survive in the world of Roman gods and monsters.

Hazel was positive that there was no other place for kids like her, Frank and Percy.

Maybe somewhere- A voice cut in, but Hazel yelled in her mind, STOP IT! JUST CONCENTRATE ON SURVIVING, DUMMY! YOU SURVIVED LUPA'S DEATH STARE! YOU CAN SURVIVE THIS- Well, maybe.

Keyword: maybe.

Hazel wasn't sure if she'd survive or not. She was probably going to turn into Wolf-Chow in about… Twenty- maybe thirty seconds. Live those last seconds well.

The pit of her stomach dropped further as a wolf's wet nose nudged her pant-leg, tearing it lightly on the way. Lukewarm air swooped in, and Hazel's skin crawled wildly.

What am I going to do? Hazel thought. Should I- A: Defend myself, or B: Let myself die painfully by these wolves? I like… Oh well. I don't care about my choices. It'll just get horrible either way. Let it happen.

Hazel stopped backing away, and stared right at the wolves. They stared at her with reflective amber, silver, or dark black eyes with confusion.

Why aren't you backing away in terror?

I'm just going with the flow, Airheads. Hazel thought, her mind-voice quivering. Attack me. I deserve it. I really do. Just bite my head off and play soccer with it while I scream my head off. Wait- my head would already be off. Plus, I can't scream, since my mouth is on my face. Maybe I'd be screaming my head off when I'm a ghost girl -AH, SHUT UP ME!

Hazel thought none of the wolves would understand her, but unfortunately- they did. Before Hazel could scream her head off, (I'm saying that too much now, she thought) the first wolf- Grey haired with dark black eyes- lunged, snarling, showing off their pearly whites on the way.

Her heart pounded like it wanted to pop right out of her shirt as she fell to the hard ground, her hair getting damp from the melting snow.

The wolf made contact with the side of Hazel's face. Hazel felt the wickedly sharp claws sink into her face and pull down. It hurt more than getting the tattoo on her arm. She tried not to wail, but she failed epically.

Her scream of pain rang in her ears, and the wolf snarled quietly.

Its paws made a pain shoot through Hazel's body, and her rips hurt horribly. The paws had broken her ribs. Its breath smelled horrible; like blood, flesh, and earth- Not a wonderful combination.

Hazel's stomach twisted into knots as she saw more wolves attack.

Oh, shit. She thought miserably as her sight and brain went blurry. Her heartbeat slowed.

The rest was a horrible blur. Hazel just remembered terrible pain, screaming, snarls, and the sound of tearing clothes. The wolves were tearing her apart.

Back, Lupa's sharp voice rang in her head suddenly, sending a vibration going down her spine like a faint jolt.

The last shot of pain went into her gut and Hazel moaned in agony loudly. She hurt more than someone getting run over by a monster truck for their whole life. Her body was wet with gushing blood, wolf salvia, and melted snow. Her face where the first wolf had scratched her hurt the most.

Hazel watched a gigantic blur back away, whining.

Tears couldn't help but run down her cheeks. She'd never been in so much pain before. Hazel could barely hold in millions of screams that people in Alaska could've heard.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh…" Hazel groaned in pain.

She didn't know how long she'd been used for a chew toy, but she saw the sun beginning to go down a little. She'd gotten scratched first at about ten thirty… and the sun went down at about seven. She'd been going through this pain for eight hours? Oh, she was so going to kill that new kid for making her brain go all flippy-floppy.

It went silent after a minute. Hazel waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

After what seemed forever, Hazel realized she would bleed to death. No one would come save her. Not even Frank.

Asshole, she managed to think bitterly. You're a great-

"Good gods!" A familiar voice cried, and Hazel felt warmth next to her. "Hazel- er, it's Hazel, right? Oh, who cares- Hazel, are you okay? You aren't dead, are you? If you're dead... Oh gods-"

Hazel's blood-Well, the remainder of it- boiled. Her eyes went into focus, and she saw Percy, his face looking pained.

Percy met her eyes and sighed in relief. "Good- you're okay."
"I am so gonna kill you," Hazel murmured, and then she felt hollow.

Hazel blacked out.

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