PJO IS NOT MINE!
Dragon POV
Wolf jumped into a tree a few days ago, and he hasn't moved since. I didn't know how to comfort him, so I just sat there with him, since he wouldn't let anyone else near him.
"Wolf, it's been over a week, and you haven't done anything. Can you at least turn back human?" I asked. I will never be human, but for you… and he slowly grew back into his white-haired, blue-eyed self.
The only difference was I could see his ribs from not eating all this time. "Wolf, you need to do something. Eat, sleep, train, anything!" I exclaimed. "I'm immortal. I cannot die." Was all he said.
Annabeth walked up, but Wolf didn't push her away like he had before. "Wolf, what's wrong? You used to be so strong." Wolf growled and turned back into a wolf. I am being strong. He snapped.
He did something and suddenly; I felt all of his anger, pain, hurt, depression. I felt like crying my eyes out, and I haven't cried for…my known life.
When Wolf stopped, I looked down, and saw Annabeth crying. Come up, Annabeth Wolf said gently. She climbed the tree, tears falling, and sat on the branch with Wolf.
"Why are you still crying? Wolf cut the contact." I said confused.
"B-because, I… I caused Wolf's sadness. If I hadn't fought my mother, Wolf wouldn't have changed trying to protect her." She sobbed. It's OK. I forgive you. He comforted. "NO, it's not OK! It's my fault." She cried, and laid her head on Wolf's side.
He didn't roll her off, so he must be feeling terrible. I climbed back down, since Annabeth could keep him company, and went to go talk to Heartless.
Annabeth POV
When Dragon left, it was just me and Wolf. I lay there, my head leaning on his side, listening to his deep breathing, the way his fur felt to my callused hands, the way his muscles tensed at different sounds…
I sighed in contentment. My eyes dropped as I relaxed. "Percy." I mumbled. Wolf turned his head, his muzzle resting on my lap, deep green eyes full of pain and confusion staring at me. Percy? He asked, curiosity mixing with the pain in his voice.
That's when I realized my mistake. I looked away. "He was my best friend. He originally came to camp after he was attacked by the Minotaur. We went on many quests together; he even led the war in defending Olympus while the gods were fighting Typhon. He told us to retreat while he kept the monsters busy. As soon as we backed away, he was surrounded. We never saw him again." I said sadly. I'm sorry. Wolf tried to help.
After a few minutes, Wolf asked, Do you still love me? I was shocked. He remembered that night in the training room, my slip-up. I looked into his mesmerizing, green, pain-filled eyes. "Yes." I admitted.
"The day you came to the rebellion, you scarred me half to death, then you stole my heart after that. The way you carried Connor, Travis, and Nico with no trouble, your fighting skills, your leading abilities, mysterious personality, wisdom… When you left, I was OK with it until news spread that you were captured. I thought it was just gossip, until you were missing for almost a week. Heartless and Dragon were loyal to you, so they went to the city to get captured and stay with you. After 6 months…Our hideout was getting too obvious; so I had to move the rebellion, but I left you a note just in case you escaped again. You…"
I looked down, and saw he had fallen asleep, his head still on my lap. I gently leaned against his side and fell asleep as well.