Author's Note: This is when the adventure begins and the awesomeness plus tragedy come out! Be warned, the action starts fast.

Disclaimer: I finally remember to type this. If you think I own PJO or HoO do you think I would be sharing this story to you or typing this "disclaimer" thing? If you do, go to the doctor and have your eyes re-examined, then find out after you get home that the cat you thought you had as a pet was really a chicken. LOL ;P

CHAPTER 3

"Now, class. What would you think this is and which climate is it usually found in?" said Ms. Canid as she pointed her ruler at the image of a wolf on the projector.

Seeing as the others weren't even daring to listen to her or respond; I raised my hand. Participation does count in a school grade; just so you know.

Ms. Canid scrolled her eyes across the room as if it was an effort to find a raised hand, and finally her eyes rested on me. As insane as it sounds, Ms. Canid's face expression looked a little… hungry when she looked at me. I must have stayed up too late last night when I studied with Mags and Matt on video chat.

"You have an answer, Ms. Sayama?" she said as I swore I saw her eyes flicker a yellow color for a moment and then turn back to their regular brown.

Maybe, I was studying too long last night.

"Erm… This animal is a wolf or a canis lupus. And it is usually found in cold climates." I answered while wondering why this lesson's answers were so easy.

Ms. Canid always made the answers to questions hard. Especially for me for some reason. So, naturally, I inquired her about that.

"Ms. Canid, can we get harder questions? I'm sure we can get something a little bit more challenging to prepare for our pop quizzes on this."

"Well, how about this question? What myth is connected to this animal?" she replied.

"Erm… the werewolf, but—"

"What is the Greek term for werewolf?"

"Lycanthrope." my mouth replied without warning.

Whoa, where did I get that answer from? I never knew that was the Greek term for werewolf, yet my mind already had it in knowledge. Creepy…

"Perfect, Ms. Sayama. Now, state what is the cause of the ability to morph into one."

"Uh…" I answered, confused to the sudden change of subject in class.

"Ms. Sayama, we are waiting…" she said.

Although this was class and I knew people were waiting for me to answer, Ms. Canid made it sound like other things were waiting for me. I mentally shivered.

"C-can't someone else answer for me, then?" I said; resigning because of the creepiness of this situation.

"Well, I don't want to press them further, they do seem occupied on things." replied Ms. Canid as I suddenly saw that her eyes had begun turning into the kind of golden-yellow I thought I hallucinated about earlier while putting a spooky emphasis on the word "occupied".

I gulped and stuttered, "W-what do you mean?"

I turned around to look at all the other students and realized one thing since class started. They hadn't moved or even breathe a single breath at all. It was like… Time had stopped and me and Ms. Canid were the only ones kept animate.

"M-Ms. Canid, are you and the staff teachers playing a prank on me? If so, please tell me why. I-I have good grades and I never play pranks on the teachers. I-Is this situation real?" I stuttered in fear as I turned my body back to her.

"Of course, it's real, half-blood. It's just that my friends and I just want to some time alone with you to reflect our feelings towards the fact that you are mortal… and vulnerable." replied something that almost looked like my teacher, but looked like a hybrid between her and a wolf.

"Uh…umm…" I only said out of fear as I ran out of my seat and into the hallway.

The Ms. Canid/wolf hybrid advanced on me with lightning-fast speed while I had no choice, but to lock myself in a broom closet and hope for help. Yet, the Fates obviously didn't like me being alive, because the hybrid had just now opened the closet door with her steely claws and was ready to feast on me with its sharp teeth inches away from my face. I knew this was it and squinted my eye shut with the other one open to see if the next moment I would see the welcoming light of the afterlife.

Suddenly, a large figure jumped behind it with what looked like a sword and sliced the wolf/Ms. Canid hybrid in half. When the hybrid surprisingly exploded to dust instead of leaving a body, I could make out that the figure was 13 year old boy by the looks of it. He was covered in dust of course, which hid the color of his curly hair, but showed his blue eyes sparking for more action and a bit of an orange t-shirt with faded black lettering on it.

I opened both of my eyes and replied awkwardly, "Uh… thanks?"

He apparently looked tense because he clenched his fists and looked me in the eyes before saying, "You weren't bitten and scratched, were you?"

I shook my head with wide eyes. With that answer he looked a little relieved, but still tense.

"Come with me to camp. They'll smell our scent any moment." he ordered as he pulled me up from my crouching stance in the closet.

"Uh… where? Why camp? It's not summer, yet. What about my parents? What about the students here," I asked as he tried to grab my wrist and get me to run down the hallway to the exit doors with him.

Then, I went on a touchy subject and my voice softened as I said, "What about my friends, Mags and Matt?"

"Come on, we can't save every mortal. They'll catch our scent any minute!" he said as he tried and failed to drag me down the hallway.

"What are the 'they' you are warning me about?" I asked.

"Lycanthropes. Or as other mortals prefer to call them; werewolves." he answered while his tone was becoming more irritated and urgent.

"Can we just save my friends first?! They were there for me on my first day of school!" I replied with the same tone as his.

My savior inwardly sighed and, in a defeated tone, said, "You aren't leaving without them, aren't you?"

I turned around and I smiled a tiny bit to his defeated face.

"Well, duh." I replied and dragged him to the classroom where Ms. Canid teached before she turned into a wolf hybrid and tried to eat me.

I saw as soon as I entered the classroom that everyone was still frozen in place. Some were in awkward positions and some were asleep. Unfortunately for my friends Matt and Mags, they were in the awkward positions. Matt's face was stuck in an yawning expression with one eye half closed with the other closed as if he just made the decision to start to blink and his mouth was wide open with his tongue sticking out. Mags's mouth was wide open in an o-shape with his eyes bugged out wide as if he just realized something.

I stifled a giggle; only knowing it would make me receive an annoyed look from my savior and would tell the lycanthropes tracking us where we were. I pointed to myself and pointed at Matt to signify I would carry him outside to safety. Next, I pointed at Mags and pointed to my savior to signify the same thing. He nodded and each of us picked up one of my friends.

We each started running for the front doors to escape before the lycanthropes arrived and managed to push open one door each with one hand. As we opened the door and I saw what waited outside, I kind of doubted my will to live that sprouted earlier after I was saved. Outside the door was a pack of the hybrids that my savior called the lycanthropes and I could see that they were itching for a feast. We were goners.