Control Part 1: Wounds of an Alpha.

Percy went to punch Derek, who simply sidestepped the nine year olds attempt. Derek could only smirk at the display, "You missed."

Percy, already being frustrated from the lack of progress, growled at him. Derek kept his smirk, not at all daunted by the show, "The puppy growls. That's just adorable," he teased his new family member in good fun.

In a fit of rage Percy's eyes glowed bright yellow as he wolfed out, and with reason in short supply Percy slashed wildly at Derek who quickly grabbed his arms and held them still with little effort.

"Percy," he called out.

The newly turned wolf just kept trying to break free from the born werewolf's grip. Then, in a fit of anger, Percy bit him.

With a slight pained grunt Derek's grip loosened enough for Percy to claw at Derek wildly before a firm grip kept him from dealing anymore damage.

Percy looked up to see Talia looking at him with a kind expression, one that expressed her understanding despite the situation.

"Percy," she started softly. "I know you're in there. You control the wolf. Don't let it control you."

Instead of calming down, Percy continued his struggles against the superior power of an Alpha, letting out growls every few seconds.

Derek on the other hand looked at his wounds only to see that they were still healing, something that should have healed by that point. It was taking longer than it should, almost as if he was wounded by an Alpha.

The born wolf watched his mother and Percy, as the younger wolf continued to struggle. The newest member of the pack was weird; Derek had no idea if it was a good or bad type of weird either. The bite had taken instantly, and the wounds Percy caused would take longer to heal, both of which were unprecedented in a Beta.

Derek liked the kid of course, Percy reminded him somewhat of himself at that age. Though Derek had some control of his wolf, except those nights on the full moon.

Talia simply continued her hold on Percy, after all unique case or not, she was still the Alpha. Her eyes flickered to her son who she knew should have healed by then, yet the fact that his wounds were still healing interested her, Percy was proving to be a unique wolf.

She knelt down to bring herself at eye level with Percy as her eyes glowed bright red, the sign of her status over her pack. Her red eyes and Percy's yellow met.

She remembered talking to Percy after he awakened from the bite. Sorrow was the dominant emotion whenever he spoke of her, it wasn't surprising considering her death, yet the more he described his mother the more angelic she sounded, it was simply inspirational and she hoped that her own children would describe her just like that.

Maybe, she considered, that was the key for Percy to finally learn control. "Percy, think about your mother," she urged him.

Percy shook his head wildly at the order and responded with a deep growl, "No."

The fact that he responded in words, rather than growl unintelligibly proved that there was a semblance of control in Percy. "Percy, think about her," she urged again.

"No!" he growled in defiance yet again. What would his mother think of him now anyway? Would she deny any and all relation with such a monster? Or would she accept him as the son she loved? It was painful to think about, and it wasn't something he wanted to consider.

"I don't think she would want for you to seriously hurt someone like this, what if you killed someone? Percy, think about her, think about the good times you had with her. Is this what you want her to see?" Talia spoke softly.

Percy closed his eyes as his mind suddenly filled itself with the loving memories of his mother, when he would see her come back home and she would smell like candy, the time they went the pool, how she was always so proud of him no matter how bad he did at school.

But his happiest memories were of Montauk. His mother always seemed to grow younger when they were there; the place she would always tell him was where she met his father. He remembered a glowing smile, one of acceptance and love.

Then a voice appeared in his mind, one that spoke with a hint of authority, a deep male voice, "I'm sorry Percy, for not being there for you. But you can control this, my son. I am so proud of you."

Percy could hear his rapid heart beat calm down, he felt his claws, fangs and facial hair slowly disappear as if they were never there to begin with. He felt Talia, his new mother figure, slowly let go of his arms.

He opened his eyes and the usual vibrant sea-green eyes looked straight in her bright red ones. Talia's red eyes disappeared and turned brown as she smiled at him. "Well done, I'm proud of you."

Percy smiled at her, before his eyes flickered to Derek and a horrified expression appeared on his face. "Derek!" he exclaimed in worry, and quickly ran over to him.

Unshed tears started to fill young Percy's eyes as he inspected the wounds on his brother figure.

"I'm ok Percy," Derek quickly assured. "My pride's a bit wounded… No pun intended," he added with a smile as he chuckled at his own attempt to alleviate the mood.

His mother shook her head in exasperation at the pun and Percy could only stare at him in confusion. After all, who made jokes like that in such a condition anyway?

Derek looked at his wounds to see that they were finally healed, and pulled off his shirt to show Percy that he was just fine. "See no wounds," he comforted.

Percy poked the places covered in blood only to feel healed muscle tissue. "Wow," he expressed his amazed state with three simple letters. "It's just like that time I woke up all fine after being attacked by that huge black doggy with fire for eyes."

Talia looked rather confused at the statement; just like that Percy had basically told her that even before he was a werewolf he had the ability to see the Hellhound that attacked him. That wasn't even the only weird thing about little Percy, even now he didn't smell like a werewolf, in fact he still smelled like the sea on a warm summer's day.

She would have to see Deaton again…

What is Percy? Part 1

Talia Hale stood in the back of the animal clinic with Deaton. "So Percy could see the hellhound even before he became a werewolf, and the wounds he dealt to Derek took longer to heal, like an Alpha's?" Deaton repeated what Talia told him. She confirmed with a nod of her head.

Deaton stood still as he thought about the new information given to him, the new werewolf was actually something he had been thinking about quite a bit lately.

Percy was an interesting boy, kind and happy. He turned instantly, he could see the hellhound, and the wounds he caused where like an Alpha's. He had seen a lot in his life, but he could safely say he had no idea what Percy was, well, before he became a werewolf.

Now he would most likely be a hybrid of some kind, and whatever he was, he would have to do research. Completing his train of thought, Deaton turned to Talia. "I'm sorry, at the moment I have no idea what it all means," he admitted.

The Alpha sighed, it wasn't unexpected, but it was kind of disappointing nonetheless, "it's ok."

She walked out of the clinic and looked up at the moonless night sky, wondering one thing. What was Perseus Jackson? It was the only thought that kept running through her head.

Control Part 2: The Water Wolf.

Ten year old Percy Jackson felt the steel chains that restricted him around his waist. Derek too was to his right, and the moon wouldn't start to affect Cora until she was nine. They were chained up in an abandoned distillery in preparation for the full moon, a place far enough from the general population that even in the worst case they still wouldn't hurt innocents.

Percy could still smell the fresh rain scent as it had been raining all day. There was water all around them, leaving Percy and Derek chained in the only dry area around. Talia and Laura watched from the sidelines as the two wolfed out under the effects of the full moon.

They pulled and thrashed against their chains in an effort to rip them apart, the two older wolves on the other hand tried to help the younger two take control. Yet the next turn of events was something no one could have expected, when Percy pulled at the chains with all his might and howled, water from around them flew at the female wolves faster than they could dodge, giving Percy enough of a distraction to rip his chain off the walls.

The youngest wolf charged at the exit, yet when his foot touched water he simply stopped. His fangs, claws, and facial hair all disappeared as his eyes too turned back to their normal sea-green.

He smiled, jumped up and down without even trying to contain his excitement, "I did it!"

So it was a completely unexpected turn that the second Percy's feet left the water he felt himself start to turn yet again, as if all of that control was nothing but an illusion. When he touched the water, he felt in control.

"Percy I am so proud of you," Talia said as Laura just nodded in agreement, relieved that they wouldn't need to forcefully calm their newest member.

"It's the water," he whispered, rather confused at the connection.

"What do you mean it's the water?" Laura asked, completely confused at the change of subject.

"Before I touched the water, I felt no control over the wolf, but when I touch the water, I don't even feel the need to focus on control. When my feet left the water I almost lost control of myself again. When I'm touching the water I'm in control, and when I'm not… I'm not," Percy did his best to explain.

Laura and Talia were both shocked and confused, even as Derek continued to trash against his chains. How would being in contact with water give Percy control during a full moon? It made no sense at all; werewolves didn't have any sort of connection to water.

Percy on the other hand walked over to Derek as Laura and Talia were both pondering over the situation, all the while making sure to keep at least one foot in water as he stepped forward and touched Derek. And just like that, Derek changed back.

"Is it over?" Derek asked, mainly because it seemed like it was much shorter than usual.

Talia and Laura just stood in shock, staring at Percy with wide eyes, absolutely having no idea what to think about the current turn of events.

When he received no answer, Derek simply looked around until he noticed the light of the full moon. "I'm in control," he spoke happily.

When he noticed Percy's hand still on his shoulder, he simply shrugged it off, thinking that now since he's in control he wouldn't need to be held down. Yet the second Percy's hand left Derek's shoulder, Derek wolfed out almost instantly and tried to take a swipe at Percy who tripped onto his butt when he tried to avoid the swipe.

Percy stood back up quickly, yet to his confusion, couldn't feel any water on his pants, even though he was sure he fell on water. Just to make sure he started to touch his pants all around, to find out that they were indeed dry.

"Cool," Percy took the weird phenomena in stride. After all, never having to deal with wet, cold, sticky clothes in the rain? Why would anyone question such a thing?

Talia and Laura had the surprised expression simply stuck to their faces and couldn't do anything to get it off for the life of them. Talia could only shake her head when Percy turned to smile at them, she had to see Deaton again… this was becoming routine.

Percy's Half What? Part 2

Alan Deaton dropped a rather large book in front of Talia. The title read Legend and Myths of Ancient Greece. There were pieces of paper sticking out of the book, one could tell in a single glance that not only was the book really old, but that it was used quite a bit considering the paper notes sticking out of the book.

Talia cocked an eyebrow at the book, "What does ancient Greece have anything to do with this?"

Deaton answered her question by flipping to the first paper mark. It was a page about Lycaon. "Werewolves were created by the king of the Gods, Zeus, when Lycaon tried to feed him human flesh," Deaton explained.

But Talia already knew this, "Yes, I know." After all she wasn't a fresh beta, she was a long time Alpha, and had done her own research about werewolves a long time ago.

Deaton turned to another bookmarked page and continued his explanation, "Hellhounds are servants of the God of the Underworld, Hades."

He turned to yet another page, "Now according to this, there is a divine force that was created long before the gods, known as the Mist. The Mist was a barrier that prevented humans from seeing the monsters of Divine nature," Deaton explained as Talia grew even more confused.

Deaton turned to the second last bookmarked page, "Poseidon was the God of the Sea, Storms and Earthquakes," Deaton explained. "He's also the father of horses," he added as an after note.

Turning impatient Talia finally asked what was on her mind, "What does any of this have to do with Percy?"

In response Deaton turned to the last bookmarked page.

It read; Demigods, Mortal children of the Gods. "In ancient times Hades, Zeus and Poseidon… Well, mostly Zeus and Hades, were always trying to kill each other's demigod children. I think Percy might be a demigod, I think the reason Percy's bite took so quickly was because he was only half human, and only that half of him had to be infected. The wounds he deals do more damage, most likely because of the divine essence he has running through his veins. Percy's contact with water gave him perfect control, he manipulated the water in anger, when he touched Derek while still being in contact with the water he helped Derek control his wolf, and when he fell over into the water his pants didn't get wet."

Once was an event, twice was a coincidence, and thrice was a pattern.

Deaton continued uninterrupted, "All of this points to only one conclusion; I believe that Percy has never met his father because his father is Poseidon. Percy Jackson is a new kind of hybrid, not a normal demigod, which is half human, half god. Unlike a normal demigod, Percy is half wolf, half god," Deaton finished as Talia could only look at the elder Druid in complete and utter shock.

It was a reasonable reaction; after all it wasn't every day that you learned the child you saved is a demigod. "So, you think Percy's half God?" She asked to clarify.

"Yes, also there's something else," Deaton continued with a tinge of hesitance.

"What?" Talia asked as she held back a groan of exasperation, what more could Deaton possibly still have to tell her.

"Well, if Percy is really half God, then his godly powers will keep growing, being able to eventually create storms like fully fledged F4-type hurricanes and earthquakes that would go very high up on the Richter scale.

Suffice to say, Talia was shocked at the potential power her newest family member could have.

"Percy's godly essence might also affect his wolf powers, he will most likely be stronger and faster than a normal wolf, plus he would heal faster on top of the fact that the wound he deals is like that of an Alpha. All that is considering the fact that he's a Beta, I can't imagine the power he would have as an Alpha or even the possibility of him becoming a true Alpha," Deaton explained.

Talia nodded in agreement, she had seen Percy's power as a regular beta. It was why she knew that if he ever became an Alpha, he would be an exceptionally powerful one, yet if he became a true Alpha… She had absolutely no idea what to even make of that.

She was brought out of her thoughts as Deaton spoke again, "Also the book explains that monsters hunt and find demigods by their scent, and a demigod's scent becomes stronger when they're aware of their heritage."

"Talia," Deaton started as he picked up the book, his tone much more serious than before.

"Percy will most likely be the most powerful werewolf we will ever see. He may even be the most powerful werewolf to ever exist," Deaton explained as he kept his voice leveled and his eyes on Talia. "Percy could either be the greatest werewolf, or he could be the darkest werewolf."

The Fire

A twelve year old Percy rushed around the room in an effort to find his black hoodie. He and his friend Grover, who smelled like a goat to Percy for a reason he didn't quite understand, were going to the cinema. They planned to see the new star wars movie, episode III, Revenge of the Sith, as he had already watched the original trilogy and episodes I and II in a row.

He blamed this particular addiction on Laura.

Percy ran through the entire house until the object of his search hit him straight across the face. "Looking for that?" Derek asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, thanks," Percy thanked Derek as he threw the hoodie on and rushed down the stairs to where Laura stood waiting for him.

"Ready to go? His elder sister asked him. He nodded in acknowledgement, all ready to go.

Over the last three years Percy had come to view Laura as kind of an older sister figure, she was fun to be around, and she gave Percy his favorite birthday present. It was a coin with a triskelion, one of the legs was green, another yellow, and the last red.

Laura had said that it represented his past, present and future. The green represented the time he was human, his past. The yellow represented his present as a beta wolf and red represented his future, one where he was an Alpha of his own pack. He always kept the coin in his pocket, and took it everywhere with him.

Derek, he was like an older brother to Percy, and his best friend. Though Percy couldn't help but dislike Derek's current "girlfriend," Kate Argent. Something about the Argent girl rubbed Percy the wrong way. Derek's first girlfriend on the other hand, Paige, Percy liked just fine.

According to Percy, Paige wasn't a "bloody bitch" like Kate. Of course he wouldn't ever say that out loud for fear of the scolding Talia and Laura would give him.

Talia was just like a mother figure, she was kind, fair, but also strict and unyielding. Percy liked her. She was not only a fantastic Alpha, but also a great mentor. He really didn't like her brother though. Peter Hale always made Percy uncomfortable, his mere presence was unwanted, Percy saw him as a manipulative bastard that he refused to be around more than he had to.

Then lastly there was Cora, who Percy liked. But Cora seemed to have a bit of a crush on him, as she blushed whenever he spoke to her. Percy could call Cora a friend and a pack mate, but he couldn't call her a sister, especially since they didn't really talk much. Cora wasn't like normal eleven year old girls; she wasn't the type to care about dolls or what she looked like. She was the type to start a mud fight, and would be in it to win it.

Of course no one actually ever won as Talia would "go all Alpha on their ass" as Percy and Derek referred to it. It was almost a routine in winter whenever it rained. For some reason unknown to him, Cora would always throw the first fist of mud at him.

Percy could only smile at the memories he shared with the youngest Hale

"What's on your mind, Percy?" the eldest of the Hale children asked him, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Nothing, I was just wondering why Cora would always throw the first mud-ball at me," Percy explained.

Laura nodded knowingly, and answered Percy in a tone that implied it was the most obvious thing in the world, "She has a crush on you."

Percy's head snapped around toward Laura so fast his neck cracked, "What!?" he shrieked like a high school girl, something Laura found great humor in and made clear with loud laughter.

"Well, I thought you knew."

No, no he hadn't. Percy simply kept staring at Laura in complete shock. It was one thing to think your brother's sister had a crush on you, but it was an entirely different thing to know it was true.

Percy shook his head, as if it would help him clear his head quicker. "I thought she might, I didn't actually know," he explained.

It was weird, weirder than the fact that Percy didn't get wet from water, except in the shower when he wanted to. Percy was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice they had pulled up to the cinema, until Laura shook him back to reality.

"What?" he asked quite dazedly.

"Cinema," Laura responded as if obvious.

"Oh, thanks."

Percy left the vehicle and waved his elder sister goodbye as she drove off, not knowing it would be the very last time he saw his sister.

Percy smelled goat in the Cinema, it was a fact that he always found weird, he could never get over the fact that Grover smelled like goat. In fact Percy could distinctly remember wanting to eat Grover the first time they met.

What? He loved goat meat… don't judge.

Grover was weird for other reasons than that though, he had problems with his legs and walked weirdly. He had a note excusing him from P.E. for the rest of his life, yet he could always run when it was enchilada day.

They first met when Percy had broken the arms and noses of a group of people who had been bullying him. He could still remember Talia giving him a stern talking to that day, and then he got another one from Laura of course.

Derek had simply laughed and told him he had done a good job. Grover, unlike Percy, was an easy mark for bullying, he was scrawny and cried whenever he was frustrated, which was pretty often. Percy was also pretty sure he had been held back, because Grover had acne and he was starting to grow a beard.

Percy entered the theatre and instantly saw Grover, he was kind of easy to spot after all… and smell.

"Percy," Grover waved at him.

"Hey G-man," the werewolf responded.

"Here's your ticket," he said as he handed it to Percy. Percy didn't feel the need to check it or anything.

Percy would freely admit he fell asleep in the theater, one minute he was dreaming of his mother and Montauk, and the next he was back home with his family eating dinner, until the house went up in flames.

He could hear his family screaming in pain as he was helpless to do anything about it. It all disappeared into a black abyss as he woke to the sound of a roar, his own. Naturally everyone in the cinema turned around to stare at him, but at that moment Percy didn't care, he knew there was something about that dream specifically that distinguished it from a normal nightmare.

He had to check on his family. Percy jumped from his seat and flipped onto the aisle, the minute his feet touched the floor he was off like a rocket. He could feel his eyes grow as he sprinted as fast as he could.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the smoke coming from the direction of his house.

"No," he whispered, his fears slowly coming to life. Not a second later he ran faster than before, his fears fueling his speed.

Yet when the Demigod arrived at his destination, he saw the last of the fires go out, he was too late. He dropped to his knees as he closed his eyes tightly to prevent the tears from escaping, it didn't help. His tears flowed freely without restraint.

Percy lifted his head and saw the full moon adorning the night sky, mocking him, mocking his inability to save anyone dear to him.

It angered him, infuriated him.

As he felt himself shift, Percy let out a roar so loud, full of wrath, it could only have come from a werewolf of unparalleled strength. Percy felt the ground underneath him shake, resonating with his fury, until his vision blurred and he passed out.