Artemis's POV:

Have you ever found yourself talking to yourself and think, Wow, I'm going insane? Try to multiply that feeling by one thousand. Although, in this situation I'm not talking to myself.

During random moments I would hear Tartarus's voice taunting me, telling me something. One time I even heard Percy begging for mercy and to leave him where he is because he deserves it. Acting as if he's done some crime and is a criminal that needs to be punished. Sometimes I would talk back, and my sisters or the other gods will look at me and question my sanity. Of course, I would pretty much growl at them and tell them to shut up, but then I'd question my sanity.

Athena and I came up with a battle plan. Since we have reason to believe that Tartarus wants Percy to be found, we won't look for him. Instead we'll prepare. It took some time, but I was able to finally accept the plan and play my part. Apollo, the Hunt and I went to Camp Half-Blood to teach archery to the campers. Ares and Athena arrived to teach them hand-to-hand combat; sword, dagger and spear skills. I also taught how to use hunting knives. The older campers would help and assist us when the assistance was needed. Hephaestus got working with his children on some new machinery and inventions, and the best part is none of us are breaking the ancient laws. Because we are not allowed to interfere with our children's life, we were able to find a way where none of the gods would be considered "interfering." Actually, Chaos helped us with finding this small loop hole. Chaos has actually tried her best to help us, well, at the beginning she did. After a day or two we heard absolutely nothing from her. She was completely swept off the grid. Which means we are once again on our own.

"Milady, how long will we be camping here?"

"Until he comes out. Then we'll follow him. Do not give away our position."

Thalia nodded her head and ran to spread word.

Third Person:

Artemis, trying to clear her head, went out hunting by herself. She had seen a mysterious figure earlier and was determined to find it and hunt it down. With her bow drawn, she walked silently through the forest.

Almost an hour passed by by the time she heard the snapping of a twig over to her right. Her head whipped to the side, and she immediately crouched down to the ground. Peering over a bush, she saw a cloaked figure standing in the middle of a clearing with his broad arms spread out wide, as if welcoming a large hug from someone you haven't seen in forever. Deciding she had to get to the bottom of this, she approached the unknown man.

"Ah," he started without even turning around to face Artemis. "You're finally here," he turned around.

"I didn't think it'd take you this long. I mean, I may be new to this form, but I made it here before you," he taunted.

Artemis ground her teeth and aimed her bow at the man. "Tartarus. What do you want?"

"Me?" He turned around and raised his hand. "Nothing," he smiled, and flicked his wrist.

Artemis's eyes widened as she hit the dirt due to seeing the metal glint in front of her. She immediately stood back up and stared at him in shock. "When did you—" but she didn't get to finish. And maybe she would never be able to know what she was going to say.

A large black, six foot figure jumped in front of her as it howled in what seemed like pain. It growled and bared its teeth at Tartarus.

Tartarus smiled as if he just saw his friend and not an enemy.

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow. "I see you've made it. And just in time too. Maybe a little late though, if you came earlier you wouldn't have that silver in your side right now, would you?"

Artemis took this time to observe the large black thing in front of her. It had four large paws and a round head. It's ears were down, close to the side of its head as it bared its large canine teeth at the lord of the pit. Artemis almost reached a hand out to touch the grey streak of long fur. She couldn't believe how beautiful and majestic this thing was. With its black fur, white sharp teeth, and pure green eyes, she would be surprised if the locals have yet to make legends of the beast.

When the animal turned its head to look at her, her eyes widened in shock.

It was a wolf.

And the wolf had a large disk of silver in its ribcage.

The beast howled to the moon, as if dedicating this kill to Artemis herself, and thundered forward almost effortlessly, but faster than lightening. It ran forward and toward Tartarus and didn't stop when another disk lodged itself into his front leg. It jumped as if it wanted to reach the stars, and chomped onto Tartarus's shoulder. Tartarus cursed under his breath and pulled the wolf off his shoulder, causing the teeth of the insanely large beast to pull a large piece of meat with it. Instead of eating it, the wolf shook his head and nearly spit the meat out of its mouth. It growled, and pounced at him again.

Tartarus stepped back to prepare for the attack to come, but it never did. Instead, the wolf pounced at Artemis and threw her on his back and started to run forward. It ran faster than a mortal car, and would sometimes look back to see if Tartarus was following. All the sudden they were thrown to the side, the wolf hugged Artemis and closed its eyes as the wolf hit its back with a tree.

Artemis heard a snap on impact, but turned to see the tree wasn't what snapped.

The wolf whimpered, but nonetheless limped in front of Artemis, prepared to give its life for hers. Artemis saw Tartarus smile. "Aw, a wolf's fatal flaw, loyalty. I tell them it's going to get them killed one day, but no one listens. Tell me, boy, are you prepared to watch as she suffers in my arms? Are you prepared to watch as I make her mine?" He smiled sadistically and summoned his armor and spear.

The wolf growled.

Tartarus raised an eyebrow.

"I was once told," he smiled, "that the teen years are the worst."

And the wolf lunged.

Tartarus stepped to the side, and his sword grazed the wolf's side. The wolf whimpered.

It turned around and ran at Tartarus again with lust for blood showing in its eyes.

The true animal was showing itself.

It bared its teeth and jumped on Tartarus. It threw him to the ground and, biting on his shoulder, threw Tartarus at the farthest tree. Tartarus kept his cool.

The beast ran forward and clawed at Tartarus's face, leaving three long cuts. Tartarus seemed like he had enough, so he thrust his sword up, the wolf's eyes widened in terror.

The sword went straight through its lungs and nearly missed its heart by half a centimeter.

The wolf took a minute to breathe, and seemed to accept defeat.

Or maybe not.

It took a step forward in defiance, while all Artemis could do was stare and cringe as she heard the squish of blood and metal piercing flesh.

The sword started to poke out the other side of the beast's body.

With a flick of his wrist, Tartarus sent the animal flying, the body flew forward Artemis, and the wolf went to hug Artemis to help soften the impact. Artemis hit her head on the ground and before she blacked out, she felt bare arms enclosing around her as she saw Tartarus's boots saunter toward her.

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Artemis woke up to the sound of slow breathing and what she thought was water slowly hitting the ground. She felt as if her head had a second heart in it, as her brain thudded against her skull.

She groaned, and sat up, planting her hands on the cold concrete floor to push/hold herself up. She looked up, and saw a man tied up with chains that went into the walls. The cuffs held his hands above his head, which had fallen to his chest. His legs were bent and his knees were harshly and painfully pressed against the ground. They were spread apart, and between his legs was a large pool of blood.

She looked up at his head, but was only able to see the left side and the large black mop of hair. Blood was trailing down his face from somewhere near his hair, all the way to his chin, where it dropped into the ever-growing red pool.

The man was wearing nothing. If you didn't count the pair of very ripped (to the point where it was pretty much just thread around his upper thighs and lower hips) brown shorts then one would say the man was naked. His body was covered in scars and blood. If Artemis didn't know better, she'd say he took a bath in the blood. But she knew better, so she knew the blood was his.

Artemis squinted her eyes, and gasped as she saw the familiar, small, nail-sized scars that ran from his lower back, to the top of his shoulders. She knew where those came from all too well, and flushed when she remembered who gave him them.

Suddenly the recent events rushed back to her, and everything came together like a puzzle.

Wolf with galaxy black fur and a grey streak.

Beast that was ready to die for her.

Six feet tall.

Green eyes.

Scars all over this man's body.

The wolf wasn't a wolf or beast after all. It was a werewolf.

And the name of the wolf's human form?

"Percy."

Hey guys. I am soooooo sorry I made you wait an extra four days. Things got complicated, and yeah. Anyways, as always I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please leave a review. Please review, it'll help make my hellish and emotional day.