(AN: Hello, I was home soon enough to update today! So without further a due, chapter five!)
We didn't really know where to go in the hills so we just kind of walked around, while Grover sniffed the air every ten steps or so. After about an hour Grover began to get a little agitated.
"If I inhale one more bug, I'll scream.", Grover said, blowing a large insect out his nose.
"NO!", me and Annabeth shouted simultaneously. We didn't want everyone panicking in the five mile radius.
Right then, something tackled Grover, knocking the shoes off his feet, revealing his hoofs, but he quickly got up. Whatever it was, it began to growl, and the growl got progressively louder. I looked around, and saw that the growl wasn't getting louder, but multiplying. Everywhere I looked a wolf was circling us.
Uh-oh, I thought for about the millionth time that day. There was no way out, and the circle was closing. About five of the wolves began to change, they were... morphing. Then they stood up and were human. I had to bite my tongue from laughing, because all of them were naked.
"What are you and this...goat thing doing on Quileute land?" a very strong voice asked. He had to be the leader.
"Your not so human your self!", I said cockily. Annabeth shot me an angered look, and I knew I just made a bad move, because Riptide would go right through them.
"Do you value your life, punk?" one of them said hotly.
"Shut up Saul!" one of the people said, whacking Saul on the head.
"True... but non-humans still have no right to be on our land, without our permission." said the leader again. "What are you doing in these hills, anyways?"
"We just happened to be lost, and are trying to find our way out.", Annabeth said
"This far up? I don't think so!", Saul said, now visibly shaking.
"Would you Shut-Up!", said the one that hit him once before, except now he hit him twice as hard.
Saul jumped on to the guy, and they were wolves by the time they hit the ground.
"Saul! Emery! Control yourselves!" the leader said, as Saul and Emery regained their composure.
"What were we talking about again?" the leader asked.
Annabeth walked forward, and snapped her fingers. A gust of wind blew, and his face went blank.
"You were about to tell us how far, and easy directions to the nearest vampires.", Annabeth said, controlling the mist.
"Go about three and half miles south, then go east along the road, until you see a fork in it, and take the right. If you follow that road, you will find the Allen residence.", he finished, looking confused. All the others looked at him worried for giving us such valuable information. And Grover took advantage of the distraction, and started playing his pipes.
Vines came up, tangling all the wolves, so we took off running. We knew we wouldn't get far, but once we were in the trees, Grover screamed, and the effect was instant. We heard a few howls and screams, and then the pattering of paws, running away.
Then we began to make our way down the hill, in which the leader told us to go. Then I realized we didn't even get his name. When I expressed this out loud Grover said, "I could kind-of hear the wolves talking, or well, more like thinking. I heard his name. It was Bam."
And then we were off to find the Allens.