"Kashmir" I heard Annabeth, the senior Athena camper say. (She was also my older sister.)

"What?" I asked her.

"When you showed up, you looked eight. Now you look much older."

"Must just be a growth spurt." I lied.

"Yeah. That must be it." She said. She was still a little skeptical, but she let it go.

Percy, the boy who saved me from the dragon walked up to Annabeth. They hugged. Then they started talking. I wasn't really paying attention to them.

After a while, I realized they had forgotten me completely. I was angry. So angry, I didn't even realize I was using my power on them.

"Why is everyone shouting." Asked Percy. Instinctively I muttered "sorry." But luckily no one noticed.

"So are you." Annabeth said, rolling her eyes,

"Look who's talking. But seriously."

"Because they are Barnacle Heads. Just like you" teased Annabeth.

"I thought I was Seaweed Brain." Protested Percy. Oh, god. I thought, throwing up in my mouth.


I sat in my bed in the Athena cabin, holding the mirror that Elise, daughter of Aphrodite, gave to me. I was staring at my reflection. I looked into my wide gray eyes, looked at my long, thick, straight chestnut hair. Looked at the way my fringed bangs looked. I really didn't need a change, did I? Elise told me I did.

Right now it was dark, and I could see we had a full moon

Then I heard a commotion coming from somewhere outside. I ran out and followed it. It was a huge wolf with yellow eyes. Caius had told me enough stories that I knew what it was. A werewolf.

Percy, one of the kids surrounding it walked up to me. He said something to someone behind me.

"Get Kashmir out of here. It's not safe."

"No." I said.

"Fine. Just stay back."

He walked up to the werewolf.

"You can't beat me, mortal. You'll need a vampire."

"Vampires aren't real."
"Actually they are." Said Chiron. "Only they don't attack demigods, usually. And the empousae seem to have forgotten about their cousins, but yes, they're real.

Percy turned back to the werewolf. "I will fight you."

"It's your death."

"I have the mark of Achilles. You can't kill me."

"That would make your skin iron. Vampires also have iron skin. They can kill them. So, I wouldn't think you'll win that fight." I said. Everybody stared, shocked, that the new girl, who was a child, knew something they don't. Suddenly, keeping the existence of vampires a secret was far less important than saving Percy, even though it shouldn't be. I was Volturi. I wasn't supposed to what to break the rules to save humans.

"Hey, ugly." I taunted. I really didn't know how it could talk in wolf form. I didn't think they could.

"Vampire spawn, you dare to challenge me. You look a little young. How about I tuck you in to your bed. Maybe call your mother vampire."

"That's father. Thank you very much." Then, before I could react, he reached out and clawed me. Blood trickled out. That was normal for a half vampire. We bled. Just not as easily as mortals. Except this blood was gold. Everyone gasped.

I growled and attacked. I jumped on his back. He wasn't expecting it. I was able to suck the life out of him.

"How did you do that?" Asked Joshua, when I killed him.

"Why is your blood…? Asked Annabeth. Before she could finish, Percy had interrupted.

"Why did the wolf say you were vampire spawn." He asked.

A/N

As you can tell, werewolves are much different from the shape shifters.