A/N: I don't own the rights to any of the Percy Jackson series or it's characters. That right gaoes to Rick Riordan. I also don't own the rights to Animorph including it's title.

I am, however, the person who posted 'The Tales of...' series.

This is not a crossover of the Percy Jackson series with the book/tv series Animorph, despite what you might think from the title. I just thought it be a proper name for the ability to turn into animals since that's why the tv/book series 'Animorph' was called that in the first place.

Also, ever since I got my latest Laptop I been stuck using Google Docs and Copy and paste my chapters and for some reason when I save what I paste any formats I made is turn to normal format. I even have to bold the chapter titles, but as I'm sure you noticed sometimes I forget to do that. So anything I normally itallilize like thoughts come out normal text. A/N at the beginning and end of each keep the format changes because I add them without copying and pasting from google doc.

If you haven't read this yet, read:

Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Stolen Chariot
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sword of Hades
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Bronze Dragon
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Last Olympian
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Staff of Hermes
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Singer of Apollo

Jason: I Dream of Wolves

In my dream, I stood in a clearing in the middle of the redwood forest. In front of me rose the ruins of a stone mansion. Low gray clouds blended with the ground fog, and cold rain hung in the air. A pack of large gray beasts milled around me, brushing against my legs, snarling and baring their teeth. They gently nudged me toward the ruins.

Although I had the strength of Hercules who fought many monsters with his bare hands, I didn't want to take my chance against these wolves, so I decided to do what they wanted.

The ground squelched under my boots as I walked. Stone spires of chimneys, no longer attached to anything, rose up like totem poles. The house must've been enormous once, multi-storied with massive log walls and a soaring gabled roof, but now nothing remained but its stone skeleton. I passed under a crumbling doorway and found myself in a kind of courtyard,

Before me was a drained reflecting pool, long and rectangular. I couldn't tell how deep it was, because the bottom was filled with mist. A dirt path led all the way around, and the house's uneven walls rose on either side. Wolves paced under the archways of rough red volcanic stone.

At the far end of te pool sat a giant she-wolf, several feet taller than me. Her eyes glowed silver in the fog, and her coat was the same color as the rocks-warm chocolaty red.

"I know this place," I said as it felt familiar to me somehow.

The wolf regarded me. She didn't exactly speak, but I could understand her. The movements of her ears and whiskers, the flash of her eyes, the way she curled her lips-all of these were part of her language that I somehow understood.

Of course, the she-wolf said, You began your journey here as a pup. Now you must find your way back. A new quest, a new start.

"That isn't fiar," I said. But as soon as I spoke, I knew there was no point complaining to the she-wolf.

Wolves didn't feel sympathy. They never expected fairness. The wolf said: Conquer or die. This is always our way.

I wanted to protest thatI didn't even know who I was or where I was supposed to go. But I knew this wolf. Her name was simply Lupa, the Mother Wolf, the greatest of her kind. Long ago she'd founded me in this place, protected me, nurtured me, chosen me, but if I showed weakness, she would tear me to shreds. And I don't mean just physical weakness but emotional and mental weakness as well. It did not matter if I had super strength or not, if I show any weakness, instead of being her pup, i would become her dinner. In the wolf pack, weakness was not an option.

"Can you guide me?" I asked.

Lupa made a rumbling noise deep in her throat, and the mist in the pool dissolved.

At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing. At the opposite ends of the pool, two dark spires had erupted from the cement floor like the drill bits of some massive tunneling machines boring through the surface. I couldn't tell if the spires were made of rock or petrified vines, but they were formed of thick tendrils that came together in a point at the top. Each spire was about five feet tall, but they weren't identical. The one closest to me was darker and seemed like a solid mass, its tendrils fused together. As I watched, it pushed a little farther out of the earth and expanded a little wider.

On Lupa's end of the pool, the second spire tendril were more open, like the bars of a cage. Inside, I could vaguely see a misty figure struggling, shifting within its confines.

"Hera," I said.

The she-wolf growled in agreement. The other wolves circled the pool, their fur standing up on their backs as they snarled at the spires.

The enemy has chosen this place to awaken her most powerful son, the giant king, Lupa said, Our sacred place, where demigods are claimed-the place of death or life. The burned house. The house of the wolf. It is an abomination. You must stop her.

"Her?" I was confused. "You mean, Hera?"

The she-wolf gnashed her teeth impatiently. Use your senses, pup. I care nothing for Juno, but if she falls, our enemy wakes. And that will be the end for all of us. Juno has blessed you with the strength of Hercules for a reason. You know this place. Cleanse our house. Stop this before it is too late.

The dark spire grew slowly larger, like the bulb of some horrible flower. I sensed that if it ever opened, it would release something I did not want to meet.

"Who am I?" I asked the she-wolf. "At least tell me that."

Wolves don't have much a sense of humor, but I could tell the question amused Lupa, as if I were a cup just trying out my claws, practicing to be the alpha.

You are our saving grace, as always. The she-wolf curled her lip, as if she had just made a clever joke. Do not fail, son of Jupiter.

A/N: Yeah I'm back on this story. Since it been a while, a reminder I blessed Jason with the strength of Hercules through Juno, only this time Juno willingly gave Jason super strength instead of being tricked like how she was tricked into breast feeding Hercules which was how Hercules got his strength. Not only I did this to try and change things up in the Lost Hero but I thought it would come inhandy with Percy's shapeshifting powers as a way for them to work together with their powers in a ways Periclymenus and Hercules coulddn't duyring the quest of the Golden Fleece.