Chapter One

Thalia watched Jason as he shifted slowly into a pure white wolf, his blue eyes twinkling back at her gaze. She smiled fondly.

"Good job, Jace but you need to be faster. If the Hounds attack, they'll give no time for slow transformations."

He changed back. His words were lost to the wind as she listened to her mum open the door for some stranger. Hushed whispers followed and occasionally their names cropped up.

"Thals?" Jason had heard it too.

"Follow me."

They crept towards the bannister overlooking the living room. Their mum was talking to a woman with harsh hazel brown eyes and silky brown hair. Her peacock feather earrings made her recognizable to Thalia: Luna Hera of the Olympian Pack.

A memory fleeted into her mind; a conversation she'd overhead between her mum and Hera.

"So, you're taking them away?"

"Yes."

"And they're going to be separated for good?"

"Yes, it's better that way."

"Good. They're becoming a nuisance anyway."

"I agree. His children are always very pesky."

She had left after that, planning on how to run away but she didn't expect Hera this soon. Nevertheless, two bags were packed and ready to be grabbed at a moment's notice. Their only problem after that would be the Blood Hounds who could sniff out werewolves like dogs on a scent. Their mother's alcoholic nature had always hidden their scent but could no longer be counted on once they left. Naturally, it was a great start for an eleven year old girl and her nine year old brother.

She turned to Jason. "Get the bags and meet me in the attic."

She knew the risks they were taking. If Hera heard them, they were as good as dead. Werewolf senses were one powerful tool to use.

She made it to the attic whilst keeping an ear on the conversation below. Jason caught up with her, his hands holding the bags as she prepped the only window for their 'd already gone over the plan with him. There was a forest out behind the house where they could take shelter for a while. Luckily, the window faced the forest so Hera wouldn't see them. Or so she hoped.

"They're upstairs."

Thalia nodded to Jason. He grabbed his bag and jumped. He landed on his feet and ran into the forest, waiting for her in the first circle of trees.

The door burst open and Hera came in snarling, her perfectly manicured nails now claws.

"Foolish girl."

Thalia saluted Hera cheekily and flipped through the window, landing as light as a feather. With a final flourishing wave towards the seething Luna, she ran after her brother.

Subject number three: Percy Jackson

Percy sat in his room, trying very hard to avoid the living room at all costs. He could hear the shouts through the walls as his mum, Sally, was getting a mouth load from Gabe because of some stupid thing that'd happened. He stayed on his bed trying to convince himself that all hell was not about to break loose in his house.

The first scream ripped through the mantra rolling around in his head. He was out of the room before he knew it and caught the next punch aimed for his mum.

"Hey kid, I'm busy over here", Gabe slurred. He used his free hand to grab an empty beer bottle and tried to smash it on Percy's head. He dodged just in time and kicked Gabe flying into the wall.

Tone it down Percy, he told himself, or you just might kill him. Which he just might do, except he was already in so much trouble and a murder wasn't something he wanted to add to his list.

He crouched in front of Gabe who smiled at him with nasty, yellow teeth stained from many things he probably didn't want to know. The sick bastard smiled as though he got exactly what he wanted from him.

"Just so you know", Percy said as he crouched in front of a battered Gabe," this is me playing nice."

He punched Gabe in the face, the sickening crunch telling him he probably smashed his entire facial organs. Blood was splattered all around. Percy stood up and walked to where his mum was still sobbing against the wall and hugged her fiercely.

"You shouldn't have done that", she sniffled.

"I don't know, I mean he isn't dead, just badly maimed." He was right, though. Gabe could just be heard coughing and seemed to be slipping into unconsciousness. Technically, it wouldn't be Percy that killed him. No, he started the chain that led to Gabe's death. At least that was how he dealt with the death/slight murder.

"Now you have to leave", Sally said as she stood up shakily. Her expression slowly shifted from haunted to the stern expression that a lot of mothers seem to wear.

"What were you thinking?" He wasn't. She sighed and pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this. You know what to do I believe", she whispered, stroking his hair affectionately. "How this is going to change everything, I don't know but his scent won't hide you anymore." She let go and grabbed a nearby rag to clean the mess. "I guess I'll be moving while you'll be running. Hurry then, you don't have much time."

Percy walked back to his room and grabbed the bag his mum spoke of. He shoved a few extra things inside and replaced others. Deciding he was ready, he went back to meet his mum at the door of the house. A large black bag was situated at a corner of the room which probably hid Gabe's body. And the house was somehow spotless.

"Ready?" she asked, tears in her eyes.

"No."

"That's probably how it'll forever be. I guess I always thought you had more time. I mean you're only eight."

Percy hugged his mum who was now crying. He had tears at the corners of his eyes too. He didn't want to cry, it would only prolong the inevitable. As much as he loved his mom, he knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would not be getting out of the house.

"Mom..", Percy groaned.

"Okay, okay, I'll let go." She pulled away and wiped a few rebellious tears. Then her face got stern so fast it was quite unnerving. "And young man, if you don't at least try to contact me, I will come look for you just to slaughter you, understood?" He gulped. "Good. Now shoo."

"Love you mom", he called as Sally shoved him out the house and slammed the door. He huffed. Moms, no matter how endearing, are very exhausting. But she probably wanted him to leave before she broke down completely.

He turned to face the city of Manhattan. And he was leaving, running through the dark alleys to get to wherever the hell he could. As long as he got away from the hounds.

I am so sorry for updating late. No excuses. I know you may want to kill me but the story needs to go on. Sadly, I have school coming up and it's boarding so I can't post till like June. Hopefully by then I'll be done with all the useless exams and come back home.. As long as my principal isn't stupid. But I'll try to write in the meantime. Thank you so much for supporting this story. See you in June.