Recap...
Both the wolf and Percy look at me like I was insane. Well, I'm not exactly right in the head, but right now I am right.
"I guess I forgot to mention the wolf thing."
You and me both, Alex. LOL Enjoy!
It's safe to say both guys were surprised at my revelation. The silver wolf, because he was sure I had no clue about the werewolf thing, and Percy, because people like us generally went out of our way to skewer abnormally large animals with sharp teeth and a tendency to growl.
Paul- I guess the silver wolf is Paul's wolf, because of all that PROTECT YOUR SOULMATE stuff Annabeth fed me about- rears back, his paws breaking burnt twigs under him. A layer of ash settles on the forest floor, falling from the trees like snow after a blizzard. It's beautifully tragic, black snow. Such a thick, serene forest has been almost burnt to what's snowing now.
Not quite, if Hera keeps her word. I wonder how likely it is.
I train my kaleidoscope eyes on the wolf. "I know it's you, Paul. Shift back or whatever you call it. Gods, I hope Annabeth was right and I'm not just talking to a stalkerish wild animal," I say the last part lowly and I see Percy grin at the mention of his beloved.
The wolf springs behind a thick tree in a flash of silver fur. Paul voice rings out after a moment, "Do you have any extra pants?"
I blush at the thought of him being naked behind the coniferous tree. I see some of his tan skin through the tinged bristles. His bare, muscled shoulders appear on either side of the trunk. Percy ransacks his pack. A panda pillow pet tumbles out as he turns it upside down to empty the contents. I catch it in my sweaty hands and when I look at it, it feels like deja vu. Percy throws a pair of sweats in Paul's tree's direction.
"Are you having an intense staring contest with my panda?"
I'm shaken out of my thoughts and redness lingers on my cheeks, "Um... no." I can't exactly say 'I know this panda!' Or 'Meet the panda of my dreams!' although that would be funny. I debate it mentally.
Paul walks out from behind the tree, shirtless with skintight sweats practically molded to his legs. Melded, more like it, because of his overwhelming hotness. I stare appreciatively. Percy may be muscular, but Paul is ripped. Zeus, those abs!
My cheeks may as well be stained pink. I'm sure I look like a clown, white as a sheet, yet with a prominent blush on the balls of my cheeks, and ash smears doubling as smokey eye makeup. I have a burn on my nose that's fading with Percy's water powers.
"Alex," Paul says, breathlessly loud, "Are you okay?"
I nod. "I'm fine, " I lie, except for the fact that your abdominal muscles are killing me.
"Who are you?" The Quileute menacingly glares at Percy with contempt. He makes no attempt to be friendly with the Hero of Olympus.
Percy looks at me. I laugh. Paul's eyes fly back to me.
"Percy Jackson," the green-eyed-boy announces.
Paul makes the connection instantly, and growls, "You better be damn important if my impri- I mean, if Alex risked her life to save your pathetic..." he trails off, muttering curses too low to make out.
Percy shrugs, and I hand him the panda.
"Here's your panda," I offer.
On the hike back to the rez's town area, all is silent. Paul still hasn't wrapped him mind around the fact that I know he's the big bad wolf. Neither of them know how to bring up the werewolf topic. Distrustful glances are exchanged.
I ignore the tension like the gods ignore Mother Earth: by watching Paul's back muscles flex as he walked, of course.
Percy snorts at me, "You're really ogling him."
Oh, what do you know? Seaweed Brain knows a big boy word. Paul's ears twitch.
"Shut up, Percy," I promptly trip on a root, and before I can fall, both boys are there to catch me. Paul's smoking hands grab my arms and Percy's hands grip my shoulders from behind.
"You okay?" Percy and Paul ask in unison.
"Thanks for not letting me faceplant. I'd have to redo my makeup, " I joke. Their hands start to bear into my back. "Uh, guys? Paul, Percy, you've hurting me!" Their hands fly off me immediately and I rub out the angry red mark on my arms, getting a good look at their faces. Percy's features as fixed in a sorry expression and Paul's eyes are hard, self-loathful, and angry.
Paul growls, "How could I do that to you?" and shakes more violently than Zeus PMSing.
Percy's sea green orbs widen, "Is he having a seizure? Are you having a-"
I smack my manicured fingers over his full, chapped mouth. We step back. "...Paul?" I inquire slowly.
His face twists into a grimace, like he can't believe he's asking me to do this. "You know how to get back to Emily's, right?" I can't do much more than shake my head as violently as his tremors, possibly because he's shaking the ground under him like a mini earthquake.
Percy eyes me. "Alexandra..." he warns. If Paul erupts into a furry, Percy's going to slay him like a dragon with his sword, Riptide, or something. I wonder is celestial bronze harms them, or just silver. Also, I muse, judging by the size of that dog, if I'm too close to him when it happens... it would scar my face. Like Emily's! Realization dawns on my face and remember how I unconsciously decided I would be all cool about this were dog thing? No? Yeah, well, the tremors shook me back to reality.
An exclamation mark burns in the back of my skull like whiplash from a lightbulb.
Holy shit.
He's going to kill me.
I rip away from him, not pausing to mourn the loss of his aura of heat, albeit mentally. I take off, hellbent for Emily's house."I'll go there right now!" I shriek in reply to Paul. I don't even know if the raven haired son of the sea-god is tailing me as I sprint through the ashen forest's shade. Judging by the noises of surprise coming from behind my back, Percy probably didn't get the fucking memo.
Eh, boys.
I pass into Sam and Emily's yard, and everything looks the same, except the sweaty shirtless group on the porch, drinking lemonade like it's their life source, and a freshly dug ditch circling the house. The scent of fresh soil hits my nostrils. Neither nor Percy is here yet. I momentarily feel bad for neglecting to give Percy direction.
Eh, he'll find his way. Following the trail or floods, explosions, and other freak monster disasters, is usually a good resource.
As I enter the group's superhuman earshot range, I hear Embry call, "Hey Alexandra! So what were you doing in the forest? It's dangerous."
You have no idea, Embry.
Jacob trots over with Jared at his hip. "You okay?"
I regard him, "Yeah. Has Paul been here, preferably with a living seventeen year old guy with black hair and sea green eyes... and not his mangled, bleeding body?"
They stare at me, obviously not making the connection.
"What? Who'd Paul try to kill this time?" Jared asks, scratching the back of his neck.
Only the Savior of OLYMPUS. "Nobody special. Only the guy I'm here to find and the whole reason I went into the burning woods...?"
I think I see Jared grimace, "I can see why Paul'd wanna skewer him. If Kim was you, I'd..." he lets loose a colorful sstring of cusses I've never heard before.
Asshat? Assclown? Fuckbucket's party favor? Now that's a new one.
I take a breath, and a silver wolf bounds from the woods, straight for me. The shirtless group blanches. One of the guys on the porch, probably Brady, runs in yelling for clothes. I hold my ground until he's a yard away and has stopped.
I crouch down, "Here, Paul. Aw, you're the cutest wolf I've ever seen. Wolves are just adorable." I pet the side of his face soothing. From the eyes on the back of my head, I notice the guys blanch again at my words. "Shift back, please, " I add in for good measure.
He does as he's told instantly, and my hand remains on my face. I take it back embarrassed, and a pair of cut off jeans are flung in his direction by Brady. I turn around, and he pulls his denim shorts on inhumanly fast. He's adorable, too.
Sam stands by Paul's side by the time I turn around and his serious face curls in disapproval, "You told her already?"
I ignore his question by pestering Paul with one of my own. "Now be a good boy, Paul, and tell me where Percy is, yes? I'll get you a treat. How do you feel about Kibbles?"
Paul makes a face. "Now I know what your deal was with all of those dog jokes. How did you figure it out?"
I smirk, "You didn't eat him, did you?"
Cue disgusted glances from the audience.
"God, no!" Paul exclaims, violently quaking at the thought of me thinking so lowly of him. I fight the urge to correct him. Gods, Paul.
"Calm down, Paul," Sam commands with his charmspeak voice. "We wouldn't want you to rip those jeans, especially now since you just put them on." Paul obeys.
Jacob cuts into our conversation, "Who didn't Paul eat? And Paul told you we're shifters?"
I roll my eyes, "As if. I simply asked someone. I wish I could take all the credit for guessing but I'm not THAT smart." Granted, the girl I asked did happen to previously have access to Athena's practically infinite library during the remodeling and reconstruction of Olympus. I daresay she spent more of her time reading there than constructing anything!
By now, the whole pack is standing by. Guess they want to know who knows about them and their abs.
"Who?" Paul snarls.
I giggle, "You look so hot when you're angry, wolf boy."
"So...always?" We hear from Seth. I bite back a grin. The stud muffins finally understood! All is well. Paul struggles to control himself and I flash my smile to him.
"So where's Percy?" I ask, and Paul's form blurs into a silver dog.
I'm far enough that it doesn't affect me. Glances hit me to see how I'm taking all of this. I almost laugh at their concern. I only freak about major things - Gaea, Kronos, the giants, huge sales on designer clothes. I wonder if there's any nice clothes stores around here?
"Who?" Sam echoes Paul's question in the form of a command. So Emily likes domineering guys?
"Wouldn't you like to know my sources," I say.
Paul morphs back into a human. I turn around, unable to concentrate. Another pair of pants hits Paul in the face, and in a moment he turns me around so I can look at him.
"Are you playing a game with me?" he demands, "Because if you are, I'd like to know the rules."
I flash him a fake smile, "As would I."
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