AN: I think I've run into a minor writer's block, combined with school and other activities. Though it's only good news for this story. If it weren't for the writer's block, I would've written a new chapter for one of my other stories instead.

So now I'm just translating this in the hope of getting into the writing mood again.

Now, enjoy this new chapter. Well, half of it. Sorry guys. Otherwise it would've taken me even longer to update so you'll just have to bear with me.

Disclaimer: The Shapeshifter series belong to Ali Sparkes and Percy Jackson to Rick Riordan, not mine.

Chapter II: Trashcans are awesome part I

Two walls and a lot of trash was all there was left of my former home. The rest of it lay broken in thousand pieces in the dirt; some of it had even caught fire. It looked pulverized, completely and utterly destroyed by a monster. Destroyed by the giant of a man standing in the middle of it all. Steeling my nerves, I took in his appearance. He was around eight foot tall with sharp-looking, yellowy teeth. I wondered what the dentist would say about that, though it looked like he had never went there. His eyes were a red like an evil albino rabbit, though his were scarier, and they seemed to- be looking right at me!

I gasped in shock and quickly hid behind a bush, praying that he hadn't seen me yet. Though my mind was screaming 'Run!',my body was too paralyzed with fear to do anything. My brain was working full time to think of something, anything to do, but so far it came up with nothing. I sought in my mind for memories, hoping to find some kind of instruction on how to act when faced with a giant. I found one memory, though really distinct, a picture of a slightly familiar looking giant. I had seen him before, maybe in a book? I tried even harder to remember what it was about and I had a strange feeling that it was not human. That I had read about it in some kind of book about monsters and adventures. Unfortunately, I didn't remember how the monster was slaughtered, assuming that it was indeed killed in the end.

A growl startled me out of my thoughts, followed by loud footsteps that sounded more like thunder strikes every time they touched the ground. Whatever kind of monster it was, it had feet the size of Bigfoot and was undoubtedly getting closer. I had a sudden urge to thank Owen for having such a large front yard, since it meant more distance between the giant and me.

My heart was beating far too quick and I was scared. The giant had single handedly trashed my home, I didn't dare think of what it would do with me. My stupid brain however came up with vivid images of blood smeared all over the remaining walls and the feel of fire against my skin. Cursing my too imaginative brain I took another look at the giant. Fast so not to be seen I raised my head slightly for a better view.

Yeah… He was definitely getting closer. I suddenly noticed the most disturbing thing about him- he was half-naked! He was clad in underwear only. Brightyellow underwear! I swore to myself to never wear yellow underwear myself, as I had now seen the damage that it could do to innocent minds.

I shivered, more from fear than from the cold.

Suddenly a strange burst of confidence shot through me, replacing the previous fear, and it was soon followed with determination. I had to survive this, and I could. Maybe. The giant was slow, and it had already destroyed a whole building, it had to be a bit tired, right? So that gives me a head start if I run. And I was confident I was faster than him, his footsteps were loud, but not quick. Not to forget that he looked like a mindless beast and I don't. Most of the time.

I could escape if I made a run for it, and I was so sure of it that I almost started running when I felt the shock leave my body. But I couldn't. Physically I could, but not mentally. Not with that annoying voice inside my head telling me that running away didn't solve anything. The voice sounded suspiciously like Owen, which could have been because he had told me several times already that I should face my problems head on.

Of course, he didn't mean when faced with a giant who wanted to eat me. If he read this, he would probably scold me for finally taking his advice, but in the wrong situation. He also used to say that I should always think before making rash decisions. However, I've never listened to that advice either. Sorry.

All my instincts told me to flee- run for my life! But my mind tried to reason against it. If I leave now, he will probably chase after me and endanger everyone else. And even if he won't chase me, he will still be alive to hurt others. I didn't want to be responsible for that. 'I won'tbe responsible for that,' I decided.

I took another peek at the giant, it wouldn't be long before he was here. It was a wonder he wasn't here already, it seemed like I had been there for hours, while in reality it probably hadn't even been a few minutes. Maybe not even one.

Another three ground shaking steps later did I realize what my mind had just decided to do. Was I really going to fight something almost twice as big as me?How was I going to fight something almost twice as big as me? Just a few seconds ago I was ready to die facing the giant!

Well, what else did I expect to do when I stayed? I cursed myself, it was too late to change my mind. I had to kill him, or at least make sure he won't hurt anyone else.

Adrenaline made my already ADHD brain work even faster, and I remembered Owen's hunting rifle. I risked another look at the burning remains of my home, praying to whoever was out there that the rifle wasn't completely destroyed and lay somewhere close to me. My prayers were answered when I saw it a few feet behind the monster, on his right side. But he was standing in between the weapon and me, so I couldn't simply make a run for it without taking a huge risk.

Immediately I figured that the risk was worth the reward, the rifle would certainly be useful against the giant. Especially so because it was usable on long distance. I had never fired a gun before but I thought, 'The heck, it can't be that hard to hit a gigantic target.' Even if I missed, and that was a big if, someone nearby should be able to hear the shooting. I couldn't see any other logical way to kill him; I had a feeling that stabbing him with the twig that lay at my feet wouldn't have worked. In the end, I didn't even try to find out whether it would've worked or not.

Getting the rifle would be the best course of action. The difficulty lay in actually retrieving the gun without getting tramped on first.

Usually I wasn't one for strategizing. This time was no difference. I simply didn't have enough time to make a decent plan, so I decided to just make a run for it. Somewhere in the far corner of my brains I found it strange that everyone had yet to realize that there was smoke coming from the forest, even though my house wasn't that far from the other houses. However, that thought was irrelevant at the moment so I paid it no mind.

I threw a rock at a tree a small distance away from me in the hope of distracting him for a while. The rock hit its target and as soon as the monster turned I came out of my hiding place in the bushes and sprinted to the rifle. It was too late to change my mind now, even though I regretted my decision almost instantly.

The monster was faster than estimated.

I tried to avoid a run in by circling around him slightly, but the distraction I'd hoped to create didn't work long enough. The giant cried out in anger and took a surprisingly sharp turn, his arms were stretching out to me. I was able to avoid it the first few times he tried to grab me, but he eventually managed to get a hold of my jacket. I shrieked in fear, grabbing my jacket with both hands and tried to pry it out if his big, dirty ones. It seemed like a lost battle, which it was. With just one pull I lost my grip on the jacket, but, to my relief, it tore from my body.

If the giant was surprised by the cheap material my jacket was made of, he only showed it briefly, seemingly unfazed of his almost victory he continued to chase me, the jacket was quickly disposed of.

Suddenly I realized that in my panic I'd unconsciously changed direction. I wasn't heading straight for the rifle anymore. Instead I was just running further away from it. Had I run past it without noticing?

A glance over my shoulder confirmed that I had. I would've face palmed if it wasn't for the grave situation I was in. Instead my face paled drastically as I saw the giant's hand once more coming my way. This time it grabbed me by my leg.

Before I could react I got slammed against a tree.

To everyone reading this: Try to avoid getting thrown into a tree by someone the size of a really big refrigerator. It's not a pleasant feeling, trust me. Or, you know, don't get chased by a giant in the first place.

My back got to endure the worst of the impact, but the leg he'd grabbed me by didn't go unscathed either. My head was also throbbing and my vision was hazy and spinning. I screwed my eyes shut in pain. One hand reached up to clutch my head, was it bleeding?

I tried to sit up, but my limbs didn't agree with me. A groan escaped my mouth, I had to move. 'Stand up!' I commanded myself.

I was pleased to discover that there was nothing wrong with my hands when I pushed myself upwards into a sitting position. Only then did I see that my leg lay beside me at an normally impossible angle. I grimaced, belatedly feeling the pain coming from my leg in waves.

Well, it seemed that I'd just have to hop my way out of this forest then. I froze, remembering why exactly I had to get away. Reluctantly I raised my head, my eyes settled on the slowly approaching giant immediately. Had he found two friends or was it just an after effect of the blow? I blinked and he was alone again. The monster seemed to savor every step he took in my direction, gloating in his victory. He had me trapped.

I frantically looked around for help, but the only result was a fresh wave of dizziness.

His hand moved forwards, and for a moment I wondered if he was offering to help me get back on my feet again. I soon realized that he just wanted to grab me like he'd tried to do numerous times already. He picked me up and squeezed a bit, as if experimenting how much effort it would take to squeeze the life out of someone.

A strange feeling that this giant was still young and inexperienced crossed my mind, but since it would only make me worry about how a grown-up giant would be, I disregarded the feeling for the time being.

My back was aching- no, scratch that, my whole body was aching. My head felt warm and sticky, it was definitely bleeding. I struggled against the giant's hold, but it only made the pain worse.

Another experimental squeeze, this one a bit harder.

I coughed and gasped for air. The forest seemed to have gone silent, except for the giant's raspy breath and all the sound that escaped from my throat. I don't deny that a cry of agony and some pleading was also heard.

Momentarily I scolded myself for not running away when I had the chance, but instantly I realized that I wouldn't have felt better if I'd run away and someone else had gotten attacked.

I closed my eyes in defeat. I'd chosen to fight and I lost.

My only regret was leaving Owen and my friends. I realized that, yes, Nia and Priam truly are my friends. I felt foolish at not trusting them fully, but you know what they say, better late than never. Unfortunately it was too late to tell them, or show them at least. And Owen. I've never had the chance to thank him for everything he's done, which is a lot. He took me in when I had nothing, he raised me to who I am today. Owen has been a great father to me, and yet I've never called him that. I never told him that I saw him as my father, never called him dad.

Everybody thinks of death at least once in their life, but only then did I understand that there was no way that I could've understood what it felt like to be faced with it. I've always thought that I would be sad and afraid when I knew the time was there.

But that didn't even come close to how terrified I was of death. Tears almost sprung from my eyes as I realized that I really didn't want to die. I want to live to see Priam and Nia again when they return, I want to go on that trip with Owen, I want to settle down with someone eventually, maybe even have kids? Honestly, I've never expected or wanted to die of old age, it just wouldn't be me. I wanted to die in style, preferably after having a long and awesome life.

The giant's hand tightened around me, but I started struggling again. I was angry and terrified at the prospect of dying here, by the hands of this giant. I stubbornly looked up at the monster's face. 'Let go or I'll make you,' I threatened mentally, physically not having enough breath left to do so.

In response he glared at me, his eyes glowing angry with fire. I tried to glare back, but was too afraid to make it seem convincing.

A smug smile crossed its face, followed suit by a purely evil grin. My blood ran cold, I still desperately tried to get loose but didn't have the energy to. I felt the life leave my body and I got even dizzier. The world seemed to twist and turn in front of my eyes, the giant must have tightened his grip, because I swear I heard my bones cracking and shifting places. I closed my eyes, preparing for darkness to take over. It didn't.

My bones were moving, but it wasn't because of the giant. I felt a strange pull, a weird power surge that could explode at any moment. And explode it did.

Slowly, the pain went away. I reopened my eyes, no longer was I in the tight grip of the giant. The ground was wet underneath my skin, and as I got up I noticed that as far as I could see, so was the rest of the forest.

The forest smelled like it always did after a rainy night and the monster smelled considerably nicer than he'd had before getting doused with water. But where had it come from? I sniffed the air for signs of other humans that could've been involved.

Then it clicked. There were no humans in this part of the forest at all, even I was not a human. One way or another, I've managed to get myself turned into an animal.

I turned my head, inspecting my new body. Four legs, black fur, a tail, bigger than the average dog. By then I was trying very hard not to panic, but that is easier said than done when you've just realized that you're no longer human.

"Oh shit, I'm a wolf." I tried to say, but all that came out of my mouth were a series of growls and barks.

End of part I

AN: I don't really like the part were Mestra finds out that she's a wolf, so maybe I'll change that later. But overall, it's much better than it was in Dutch. (btw, thank you Nikki, for your review.)

I don't know when the next chapter will be finished, but don't expect it to be soon. Sorry.