Hello! I am so sorry for leaving you guys for so long! I tried to update, I really did, but half me was like, "No. You must finish this level." so yeah...

So, I made it my life goal to update today, and so here I am, updating today!

Mwahahaha... I got my friends obsessed with Doctor Who... Anyway, enough of my rambling, read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Never had, never will.

Chapter 16

Fox's POV

As soon as Tobi had gave him the coordinates, Fox was practically overloaded with determination and excitement. He tore out of the house and jumped onto Sleipnir's back. The eight-legged horse reared up, let out a whinnying like in those movies, and Prince Charming sped off (I know, sorry, but I was bored)

It would take a day to get to the place, but then it would add to the time since they had to rest and eat.

It would take them at least a day and a half to get to it, that is, if they weren't bugged or brought down by a monster. It highly likely that they would, though.

Owl's POV (first person)

Another day had passed. How did I know? Gut instinct and experience.

I was still feeling guilty about giving Tobi the coordinates. Either Fox or him was going to get caught while trying to rescue me, whoever came first.

That's not going to help you, dear child. Stop blaming yourself. Frigga's voice spoke in my head. Why? There isn't anyone else to blame but me. Now one of them is going to have to endure the pain I'm going through because of me. I thought back to her.

It's not who to blame, she spoke gently. Live in the present. It's better than thinking about the future or regretting what you did in the past. then she was silent.

I thought on that. However much I tried, I really couldn't stop regretting sending an SOS.

Suddenly, a burst of pain hit my body. It wasn't like the usual torture devices that Fenrir used though, this was different. As if it was more of an enemy.

Brilliant, I thought sarcastically to myself. Another burst of pain hit, but this time on my whole body. What was it? I glanced down.

My converse were starting to sink into my skin, and- oh gods- my feet were growing longer, like into a dog's. White fur sprouted from the flesh. I glanced at my hands. They were in the shape of paws with white fur. I slid them out of the chains that held me and landed on all four feet. My nose and mouth stretched with an odd tingling sensation until it was in the shape of a snout. The burning/freezing sensation left me, and I was able to stand. My sense of smell was stronger, and my eyesight sharper.

I knew that I was a type of animal, but which one, I wasn't sure. Paws, a tail, snout, white fur; I was some sort of dog.

Frigga, what am I? I asked. She was silent. Frigga! I called again, starting to panic. See for yourself. she finally answered.

A smoky mirror appeared on the wall, it's frame wavering at the edges. In the reflection stood someone- no, something- that I was not expecting.

The one animal I had refused to turn into since I made it to Camp Odin.

I was a wolf.

For a second, I couldn't believe it. Then I lost all control. It was like seeing myself from a dream, floating right above the scene.

The white wolf had purple eyes like mine, but they no longer had the glow that I always thought they had. There was something different about them… ah. It was malice. My purple eyes were cruel.

The wolf growled and pawed at the sides of the wall, then let out a long howl that echoed through the halls of the prison. A guard came by and peeked through the window. "Shut u-" he paused in mid sentence and stared at the wolf. It kind of nodded to him, and he opened the door.

The wolf padded out and made her way past the hall. She had an air of authority, keeping her nose held high and paws perfectly placed. I kept account of where she was going.

The stone hall looked the exact same on every side, with a prison cell door every few yards apart. It angered me to think that Fenrir was keeping more prisoners. As we passed the cells, I glanced inside. There were demigods, ancient monsters, even some old gods that had been forgotten. I promised myself that if I ever got free, I would free everyone else here too.

The wolf walked to the biggest door yet, her claws clinking on the stone floor, and waited for a guard to open it. He lifted a hand and placed it on the door. Gears clicked and the door opened.

The wolf walked in. Fenrir was sitting there, licking a bloody paw. There were intestines and… other body parts were scattered around the room. It made my stomach want to turn inside out, but I had seen worse. Much, much worse.

Fenrir curled his lip slightly when he saw the white wolf, as if smiling. "So, we finally broke you." His red eyes gleamed. The white wolf barked and bared her teeth. "Of course you can eat the boy when he arrives. He would never be a fitting warrior." he sneered.

I finally understood. Fenrir would capture powerful creatures, beings, whatever was available; torture them, break their spirits, then the cell would morph them into a wolf, which would make up his army, and as I'm one of the most powerful demigods there is, I was a perfect warrior.

Well, that was just too bad for him, because I refused.

I refused to be a wolf, even if the pain came back.

I refused to join Fenrir's army, even if I might die from it.

I refused to be caged like an animal, because I wasn't.

I refused to be Fenrir's chew toy.

The white began to get confused, whining and growling and howling. "WHAT IS THIS?!" he bellowed.

"Rebellion." my wolf said as I returned into the body, then started returning into a human. He let out a sharp bark and a guard came rushing in and bound me quickly. "The time will come when you join my army." he warned, then the guard yanked me back to my cell and threw me in after unbinding me, and didn't even bothered to hook me into the chains, which I was glad for.

It would have made my job much harder. I studied the stone walls. Fenrir didn't do a very good job with them, probably thinking that nobody could escape. There was a crack in the wall. Brilliant. The freezing/burning sensation started again, but I hardly felt it through my excitement as I started to chip away at the crack with my fingers.

I wasn't just going to sit by and accept torture like Fenrir expected.

No, I was going to fight.

Yes, ok, I'm sorry if it's short, but while I was trying to post this, I also started on chapter 17, so if I can win the war between me and writer's block, then it should be up somewhere this week.

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