"What the hell is a banshee?" Percy asked. He had heard of the creature he just couldn't remember what exactly it was that they were.

"It's on the cover," Nico said as he moved his finger under the words; messengers of Death.

"Yes, I see that. I mean what does a messenger of death do?"

"Oh, well in that case. A Banshee is more supernatural like a demigod, rather than werewolf. She pretty much screams when someone is dead and Thanatos knows that someone has been killed," Nico stated. Percy just gave Nico a blank stare.

"Nico, just shadow travel me back there, and we'll talk about the waste of drachma," Percy said as he swiped though the Iris message. Percy was engulfed by shadows, the demigod loved shadow travelling because it was awesome. He appeared back in the house.

"Wise Girl," he said, and Annabeth hugged him.

"Hey seaweed brain," she returned their usual greeting.

"Why aren't you at New Rome?" Percy asked her.

"Oh, there was a delay, Lycaon and his pack were hanging outside of Cam Jupiter," Percy's eyes darkened at the name of the 'Wolf King', he hated that guy.

"So he's finally back," Percy said grimly. "You would think that being torn to pieces by the Wolf Mother and a True Alpha at the same time would kill you for at least a decade," Percy stated.

"Yeah, unfortunately not so much," Nico said. "Anyway, about Lyd-i-a."

Percy did not like the way he said her name, "I hate you."

"Whatever," the son of Hades shrugged.

"What do you mean more like demigods than the supernatural, are they Legacies of Hades or something?"

"Not exactly," Annabeth stated. "More like legacies of Thanatos, without being actually related."

This made zero sense to the Alpha. "What?"

"Annabeth let me," Nico stated. "Ok, supernatural creatures like werewolves, are effected by mountain ash, right?" Percy nodded.

"But demigods aren't," Nico continued.

"Well banshees aren't affected by it either, so more on the line of demigod than werewolf. Now according to this, the original banshee was a woman born in Ireland when the gods lived in Britain. Now, apparently, Thanatos quite liked the girl, her family was killed by supernatural creatures but she never let that upset her, she never wanted revenge, she just wished she could warn people if their loved ones were going to be killed by supernatural creatures to help prevent their death. So Thanatos granted her wish. All banshees are descended from that girl. Of course they are connected to death in general, but they are much more connected to death caused by the supernatural or have supernatural significance," Nico explained.

Percy nodded, so gods could create creatures that don't have a desire to eat and kill their children, Percy didn't think it was possible until now. So Lydia was a divine creature? Or something like that anyway.

But didn't banshees admit a scream when they found death?

"What about the scream? Also Scott thought she was a wolf, so I'm assuming she was bit," Percy asked.

"Ah, no idea, Apollo maybe. I'll work it out," Nico waved it off. "Ok, now that this is worked out, I just have to work out how she's connected to Peter," Nico said.

"Wait, what?" Percy asked loudly, "What do you mean connected to Peter?"

"Oh, well I think Peter's hiding his presence using Lydia somehow. In fact maybe he bit her as a contingency plan. So keep an eye on her. In fact here," Nico said as he wrote down something on a piece of paper and handed it to Percy.

It read:

Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital

Room 217

"Nico what is this?" Percy asked even though he had an idea. "Is this…"

"Lydia's room at the hospital she's in? Yeah. Now go protect her from your crazy ghost uncle," Nico said rapidly. Percy went to protest, but Nico just waved his hand, and Percy was engulfed in shadows again.

"That was fun," he said to Annabeth with a smirk.

"Nico," she warned, but it was too late and Nico waved a hand at her. Just like that she was sent back to the Greek Camp.

"Fun," he smiled to himself.

Percy landed on his ass.

"Damn it Nico!" he yelled. But then he smelled them, hunters. He walked through the doors, he really wasn't having a pleasant night, no he was not. He smelled Scott, Stiles and Allison as well, he guessed they were opposing the hunters. Good.

He walk rapidly past the front desk, he saw a woman who reminded him of Scott.

"Whoa, you can't walk so fast in here, you could hurt someone," she scolded him as she stood in front of him.

Yeah, she definitely reminded him of Scott.

"Yeah well, at the moment I have a being to save," he said and he rushed past her into the elevator. The elevator was too slow for an emergency, he should have ran. When the elevator finally stopped, he walked out.

He saw Chris Argent and two people, who Percy decided were goons. He knew they were part of the Argent Family. But Percy had only been focused on the lead family, Allison's direct family; Gerald, Chris, Victoria, and the former Kate.

"A hospital doesn't seem like the best place for a confrontation, does it Chris?" Percy questioned. Chris turned and saw the person who had spoken to him.

"Perseus," he stated, he would recognise those sea-green eyes anywhere. "It's been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, a while," Percy agreed, "So no code huh? No offense but you believe in the code, and Lydia, she hasn't done anything wrong. Her being bit wasn't her fault."

Percy and Chris eyed each other, "A hospital isn't the right place for a confrontation, too many innocents could get hurt."

Chris and Percy continued their staring contest, when one of the goons went to lift a weapon Chris held out a hand, "No, he's right. Even without the code, we don't hurt innocents."

"So you'll leave? Peacefully?" he asked.

Chris nodded, "Yeah. We'll leave peacefully, but you keep her in control, got it Perseus?" His tone held a warning.

"Perfectly, should be easy," he stated, as Chris went to past him he whispered, low enough that only he and Scott would hear, though Scott knew what Percy was saying, "Because she's not a wolf."

Chris didn't give any outward sign that he heard, but Percy knew he did.

"Well that was interesting," he said to Scott and his friends.

"What do you mean no code?" Allison asked.

Percy's eyes met Scott's, "You didn't tell her?"

Allison looked at Scott and then back to Percy, then Scott again in confusion.

"Tell me what?" she demanded.

Scott stuttered, "Ah."

Percy decided to help him out, "Your Grandfather, who is even more of a psychopath then your aunt and my uncle combined. Sliced a werewolf in half with a broadsword and then declared that there was no code. That we were just things waiting to be cut in half."

Allison looked horrified, and Percy couldn't blame her. She looked at Scott with worry filling every corner of her eyes.

"Don't worry I'll keep Scott safe to the best of my ability. And well, Lydia's not a wolf, your father's smart, he'll work it out soon enough."

Allison just nodded. Percy smiled and walked past them into Lydia's room. She was sleeping.

"Well that's nice, at least someone can sleep. I'll tell her tomorrow," he said, and turned to find Scott, Stiles and Allison right in his face. Scott was the closest.

"Ah, Scott, you're very attractive according to Nico, but I'm not gay and you have girlfriend, so you might want to back up," Percy suggested, there was a slight edge to his tone.

"You're not telling her," Stiles stated, Percy's eyes narrowed as his eyes turned red and he grabbed Stiles' throat.

"That is not you decision," he growled. Scott wolfed out, but Percy just hit him in the stomach with an open palm, sending him crashing straight into the wall.

"Nor is it yours," Allison stated as she stood her ground in front of him.

"Technically you are correct. No one should be able to make a decision that affects someone's life like this. And I understand the desire to protect someone you care about, believe me I understand." He let go of Stiles, and he fell to the ground.

"Ouch," Stiles groaned.

"I know you want to protect your friend, but how is keeping her in the dark going to help when Allison's family starts coming after her? Especially considering they'll come after her with sub-machine guns, handguns, crossbows, actual machine guns, oh and let us not forget the FREAKIN' BROADSWORD!" he snapped.

The three friends looked at each other.

"Oh wait, it's not! She's going to think Allison's entire family is made up of psychotic murderers. I know your father will do his best to keep innocents safe. But keeping someone in the dark never keeps them safe; it just places them in danger. Then when they inevitably find out, trust me it happens. They don't trust you anymore, telling someone the truth is an act of trust, if you don't tell Lydia this when she finds out and she will. She'll believe that you don't trust her. Also, let's not forget the fact that she kind of has a right to know that she's supernatural."

The trio hated to admit it, but Percy made solid points, keeping Lydia in the dark wouldn't protect her if the Argents went after her. Telling someone the truth was important, and Allison didn't want to lose her best friends, Percy was right, they needed to tell her.

"It would be better if I tell her," Allison stated. Stiles and Scott, whose eyes had returned to normal, looked at her.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked.

Allison wasn't, not even a little bit, but Percy was right, Lydia did deserve to know the truth. So she nodded to confirm her determination on the subject.

"Ok," Scott said. "We'll tell her."

"No way, it's too dangerous," Stiles interjected. "What exactly are we supposed to tell her?"

"We can't just say, 'Hey Scott's a werewolf, and Allison and her family are werewolf hunters, and you were bitten by a psychotic werewolf named Peter Hale. Now the Argents think you're a wolf, and because Peter killed Kate, the Argents have declared revenge on all werewolves and want to kill you, however you're not a werewolf, we don't know what you are but you're not a werewolf.' We can't say that!" Stiles yelled.

"Well maybe you should start by asking how she's feeling?" Percy suggested.

Stiles just glared at him, "Now is not the time for sarcasm."

"One, you just used sarcasm, two, it's always the time for sarcasm, and three, I was being sincere. She's been bitten, stuck in a hospital, and then randomly went for a walk in the woods naked. Maybe asking how she is would be common manners?" Percy asked sarcastically. "Or you could let me do it because I know how to have the conversation and there's the added fact I know what she is."

"WHAT!?" the trio yelled.

Percy placed a finger to his lips as he whispered, "Hospital."

"Hypocrite," Stiles muttered.

"Everyone over the age of six is a hypocrite," Percy countered.

"Wait you know?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Percy nodded.

"Nico found out huh?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, and no, before you ask, I'm not telling you. So get over it. See you tomorrow," Percy said as he sat down, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.