A/N: I'm trying to put in some Greek vs. Roman events, but I keep getting constricted by what Rick Riordan put in the second series. If I make the Greeks and Romans be at war, the gods would be screwed up, and so the Hunt would have to do stuff without Artemis (then where would the Pertimis I'm trying to start go?), and that won't happen.

Disclaimer: See previous.

Chapter 28- Cute Little Wolves

Percy's POV

I ran to Arin's tent, but she wasn't there. I checked Gwen's tent, to find them sparring. Arin was better, of course, having taken martial arts her entire life, but it was good practice for Gwen.

"Hey, Perce." Arin said, "What's up?"

"Two quests, one from the Romans and one from the Greeks. They're both going to the Wolf House." I replied, quickly filling them in, "Apparently, the Greeks found him there from the prophecy, and the Romans probably did the same."

"Seems just a tad too arranged." Arin confirmed my suspicions, "Then again, this is what you want, right?"

"Well, yes," I admitted, "but I wanted to have a little more breathing room. Both Blake and Frank are on the quest."

Arin winced, "So they'll either have to fight each other, or admit they've met?"

"Pretty much." I answered, "And that would raise some uncomfortable questions. And then there's Lycaon."

"You could always ask Artemis and the Hunt to come along." Gwen spoke up, "You know they hate the werewolves."

"That's the plan, but how could I convince Artemis that she shouldn't call the council and wipe all of their memories?" I asked.

Arin shrugged, and Gwen didn't have an answer. I had to remind myself that Saracen couldn't answer, either.

Arin must've seen my expression, since she reassured me, "Don't worry. She'll live."

My head slumped, "I want to think that, too. But if we fight Lycaon's pack, I'll miss her scythe."

"Hey, don't be so quick to give away my job." A new voice said from behind us, "I can fight those mutts any day."

We turned to see Saracen standing in the flap-way of the tent, smiling.

"Sara!" I yelled, then ran over and hugged her, "How do you feel?"

I had to wait a few seconds for an answer as Arin and Gwen also hugged her.

"Like crap." Saracen replied, "But I'm fine, Percy. Don't worry about me."

"How did you know to find us here?" I asked.

"Well, there was only one tent here the last time I saw. Now, there are three." Saracen said, "I did the math. After I woke up, I just came over to you. What happened?"

"Well, you know how Hunters start giving off moonlight?" I questioned, then saw comprehension come over Saracen's face as she figured it out.

"How did you keep me alive?"

"This." I tossed the small bottle of reverse-gunk to her, "You have to get a mouthful of that every thirteen hours or so."

"Clever." Saracen acknowledged after she tucked it away, "What were you guys talking about?"

We quickly filled her in, until we were up to the present.

"So now we need a way to convince the council not to mess with the memories of the questers." I finished.

"It's easy." Saracen replied, and I raised an eyebrow, "They're both after Lycaon, right?"

I nodded in conformation, so she continued, "Then if one of them ends up stopping him, how do the gods change the memories of the side that didn't? They can steal memories, but they can't really implant memories or anything like that. They can show memories, but not create a memory or anything like that."

"You're right." I was somewhat awed by how quickly she came up with an answer, "It just might work."

She spread her hands wide, "Am I awesome, or am I awesome?"

"You're awesome." Arin answered, hugging her again.

"Then I need to talk with Artemis."

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Percy's POV

I walked around camp, determined that Artemis wasn't there, then walked to the archery range. Artemis was there, trying to practice holding all of her arrows in the same hand she shot with, like I told her yesterday. Artemis was doing it wrong, though.

I had taken my own bow and arrows out of my tent, since I knew that she would most likely be shooting, miffed that I knew something and she didn't. Quietly, I drew three arrows out of my quiver, holding them all between the fingers of my right hand.

Moving behind and to the side of Artemis, I shot all three in less then two seconds, all of them hitting the inner ring of the ten foot target. When shooting fast, that was basically the only range you wanted to shoot at.

Artemis whirled around, "Percy? What was that?"

"Hi, Arty." I said. No other Hunters were on the range, only her, "That was my shooting. You're doing a few things wrong, by the way."

"I can tell." Artemis growled, "But I don't need your help."

I raised my hand in surrender, "Fine. I'll just practice over here."

I turned so that my back was to her, then started shooting trees and other targets, always very quickly. I knew Artemis would be envious of that, but her pride wouldn't let her ask me for help. I was just having fun, knowing she was torn between asking and storming off.

After another few minutes, I took pity on her and turned.

"See, it's easy." I slowly pulled three arrows from my quiver, showing Artemis how I held them.

I nocked one, and drew it, then shot. Artemis frowned then did the same. She nocked the second arrow, leaving it between the same two fingers she drew it with.

"Wait!" I ordered, then moved her hand, "You have to shoot with the same fingers you always do. This just saves you the trouble of drawing an arrow again. Once you practice a lot, you can shoot really, really fast."

Artemis nodded, then started shooting slowly, drilling the motions into her body.

"Wow." I said, "You're picking it up a lot faster than I did."

I kept watching her, burying arrow after arrow into the target, until she looked over, "Don't you have something you should be doing?"

"Wha- oh, yeah." I started walking off, before remembering why I came here. "Artemis, I have something we need to. . . discuss."

"What?" Artemis asked, glancing over.

"Something that should be discussed without Thalia watching." I elaborated, glaring at a pair of electric blue eyes in the forest.

"Ah, fine." Thalia stepped out of the trees, "You caught me."

Artemis frowned at Thalia, "My tent."

I followed her as she walked back to the camp, where she entered her tent and sat down on the bed. I pulled up the chair and slumped in it.

"What is it?"

"The Camp Half-Blood has sent a quest to kill Lycaon at the Wolf House." I informed her.

"I have a score to settle with that werewolf." Artemis growled, "But that sounds like something you could've said in front of Thalia."

"Am I correct in assuming that Hera removed all memories of the other camp from the Hunt after they set after me?" I asked, and after she nodded, I spoke again, "The Romans have sent another quest after him. Since it's Jason leading them, Octavian would've forced them to go overland. The Campers would fly, though. They'll arrive at about the same time."

"And how do you know this again?" Artemis questioned me.

"I spent four years saving people and putting them into the camps." I replied, "They are very loyal, and they keep me informed. That's how I got up-to-date info on where you guys were, along with numbers of different demigods."

"I saw the map in your room." Artemis said. Well, if that was all they saw. . .

"I have much, much more than that." I informed Artemis, "Just in case."

Artemis shook her head, "Do you trust anyone?"

"Yes, but I could count them on the fingers of one hand." I answered, "Now do you see why Thalia can't know?"

"The gods can't directly intervene in their affairs." Artemis said thoughtfully, "If we go, then the whole Greek/Roman thing becomes even worse."

"Do you remember what I said about the most recent Great Prophecy?" I asked, "And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. No one can defy the Fates, my lady. Not even the gods."

"You seem to have thought this through." Artemis looked at me, "So I'm guessing you have an idea?"

"Yes." I replied, "All of the Roman questers won't call for blood against the Greeks. We go there, and watch. Both of the quest's members would work together against monsters. If they turn on each other afterwords, then we have Thalia."

"Thalia?" Artemis questioned, then her eyes light up, "Jason. He's one of the questers?"

"Sure is. The other two Romans are Hank and Frank, and you've probably never heard of them, my lady." I said, "The three Greeks are Connor, Travis and Blake."

"I'm changing a few things. Against Lycaon and his pack, even those six would need help. We'll get there first and fortify the house." Artemis stood up, stretching. "Let's go."

She strode out the door, and started calling all of the Hunters. Once we were all gathered in a circle, Artemis waved her hand. The world spun, and then we were in front of the Wolf House.

"Get into the house." Artemis ordered, "Lycaon might be around here."

The Hunters all nodded and raced off, spreading out inside the house.

"You four don't have silver arrows, do you?" Artemis asked, "Do what you can."

After a series of gestures, the four of us stood outside the four corners of the house. I drew Light and crouched slightly. The blade wouldn't touch the wolves, but it was easier to summon fire when I was holding it. Saracen had her scythe, which was silver. No problems there. Arin had her wooden staff, which would touch them, and Gwen had her fire, too.

The day wore on, with no sign of the werewolves. The Hunt had lunch in shifts, a fourth of them eating at a time while the rest of them kept looking. At one point, Artemis called me over.

"My lady?"

"No sign of Lycaon or his pack." Artemis said, "You think they're here?"

"Yeah, I'm certain of it. You guys have been hunting him for years." I replied, "You know Lycaon has been against the gods forever. If the Romans find three of their own dead next to three Campers dead- and I'm guessing Lycaon will make it look like they fought- there will be war. A war neither side can afford, as you know."

"I know. And we gods will be caught in the crossfire." Artemis sighed.

"What would happen, my lady? Would the gods take sides, like the Trojan War?" I asked, curious.

"No. Our Greek and Roman sides would be fighting each other. We'd be unable to do anything, as the Romans changed us." Artemis informed me.

"But you didn't really change." I stated, "You're still the god of hunting, archery, childbirth, etc."

"I know." Artemis replied, "I wouldn't change too much. All I'd get are a few headaches. The rest of the gods would get it at bit worse, though."

"Hmm." I murmured, "Do you think this'll start a war, my lady?"

"I don't know." Artemis said, "Get back to guarding. We don't want to be caught b surprise if the werewolves do show up."

"Of course, my lady." I bowed, then walked back to my corner of the house. A few minutes later a howl ripped across the woods. Other howls answered, and I saw sets of red eyes in the trees.

Lycaon and his pack were here.

A/N: Queue the suspenseful ending music! In the book, the Hunt was over-run by Lycaon. Will the same happen here?

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