A/N this took a while since I wasn't sure what to write for this one, but here it is, I'm thinking about changing the title of this story since it doesn't really fit anymore in my opinion, I haven't really decided what I'm changing it to yet though.

Percy's Point of view

Over the next few days, the rest of the werewolves and I just did what we could to help the campers prepare for the war. I spoke to many different members of the pack to find out what they'd done in the past and what they were best at, and if they hadn't come up with one already I suggested ways they could help out around camp. For example, one of the wolves who was also a son of Pluto told me that he had quite often acted as a spy, gathering information on Lycaon's enemies.

Since we didn't really know what to expect in the war and considering his parentage I guessed he was good at it so I thought, why not, and suggested he continue doing that to find out more about our enemies' plans. It would certainly be good to find out what to expect rather than finding out when our enemies wanted us to.

As the days went by I found myself getting closer to the other wolves in the pack, and, in particular, Calla. I was honestly conflicted when it came to her since the human part of me still cared about Annabeth even though I knew she no longer saw me as anything more than a friend. My wolf side, on the other hand, was doing basically the opposite as I could feel my wolf instincts telling me to go for it and be with Calla since we were supposed to be mates and a bond was already formed between us. It just wasn't a romantic one yet.

I still couldn't help but wonder who the other mate I had sensed was. Although I had a guess that guess just didn't seem to make sense to me so I just assumed that guess was probably wrong. Chiron eventually found out from the gods that Artemis had been sent to try and gather information on what our enemies were doing.

Due to that Artemis was sending the hunters to stay at camp for the time being until we knew more about what was going to happen in the war. I assumed that she'd probably told them that I was now king of the werewolves and that werewolves were no longer their enemies. I certainly hoped she had otherwise we would have problems.

I kind of looked forward to seeing Thalia again but then there was also the fact that she would probably shock me for not contacting her sooner. Regardless it would be nice to see her again after so long.

Recently I'd started to notice that Annabeth was spending a lot of time with one of the daughters of Hecate. At first, I just wanted to assume that they were friends but after seeing them together a few times I was starting to think that there might be more between them than that.

We all gathered near Half-Blood Hill as the hunters arrived, I could tell that most of them weren't exactly thrilled to be coming to camp but obviously, Artemis had sent them, so they didn't exactly have a choice. Later that day after the hunters were more or less settled in, I was talking to Calla when Thalia came looking for me.

Sure enough, the first thing she did after she found me was, shock me for not contacting her sooner to tell her that I was okay. Once Thalia calmed down, we continued to talk. We discussed different things from the war to what we'd done since the last time we'd seen each other. After she finished with me she went off to talk to Nico, so I went back to talking to Calla.

It occurred to me that I should probably also contact my Roman friends since even if Hermes had told them about me when he told them about the war, they probably didn't know the specifics about what had happened to me. I also knew that they had probably been worrying about me since it had been a while since I'd last contacted them.

I would do that later though since I had other things that I wanted to do first. I'd decided that I'd waited long enough to get to know my little sister. she seemed to be getting used to camp so I thought maybe she would be okay with me. I hoped that over the last little while she'd seen that the rest of the werewolves didn't intend to harm any of the campers, so I thought that maybe she'd accept me despite the fact that Lycaon had killed her mother and that the first time she'd seen me I'd been in the middle of a fight with Lycaon.

I guess I could understand if she didn't since she was only seven, but I hoped that she would realize that I wasn't going to hurt her. I'd been staying with the pack overnight ever since they got permission to come inside camp's borders, so Jenny had dad's cabin all to herself. I walked toward my dad's cabin since I was pretty sure that was where Jenny was at the moment. Once I got there I opened the door and saw Jenny sitting on one of the beds quietly crying.

I guessed she was probably crying about losing her mom since that's a tough loss for anyone, and she was still just a little kid. Seeing her like that made me want to comfort her as best I could, after all, she was my little sister regardless of whether we'd gotten to know each other or not. She must have heard me come in since she looked up and when she saw me she seemed a little frightened. She didn't try to leave the cabin though, so I took that as a good sign.

Not trying to get any closer to her just yet I said, "it's okay I'm not going to hurt you,"

"You're a werewolf," she said, still sounding rather timid.

I replied, "I know, but werewolves aren't as bad as you think, Lycaon was evil but the rest of us aren't, the others were just afraid of him," I wasn't sure if she would really understand that the other werewolves just followed Lycaon because they were afraid of him, but I was just telling her the truth. It would be up to her to decide if she was going to trust me and the pack or not, I kind of hoped she would but I could understand if she didn't, considering what had happened.

"Lycaon killed my mom," she said as fresh tears began to roll down her already tear-streaked face. Deciding to try and comfort her regardless of the fact that she hadn't really told me yet whether she was willing to trust me I walked over to her. I replied, "I know and although this won't really help I'm sorry about that. I think I can understand how hard this must be for you, I've never lost a parent but I've lost several good friends, so I know it's never easy when you lose someone,"

I did everything I could think of to try and comfort her, and when I got over to her she didn't tell me to leave or anything, so I thought that maybe I'd earned her trust. Eventually, her tears stopped and she managed to speak again, although her voice still trembled a little, she said, "Lycaon said you're my brother?"

I was kind of surprised that Chiron or one of the other campers hadn't already explained how we were related but I told her anyway since she'd asked. I replied, "Technically we're just half-siblings since we just have the same dad, but yeah you're my little sister,"

I talked to her for a while longer and we got to know each other a little better since it seemed like I had gained her trust. Seeing her so upset kind of saddened me too and I couldn't help but think that at her age she should still be at home with her mom not having to deal with monsters, gods, and war. Heck, no-one should have to be dragged into this life since all it really does is cause us pain when we lose the people we care about.

Sure our lives have good moments when we make friends or fall in love but so far it seems to me like there always seems to be some new threat popping up that leads to far too many demigods dying. Call me a pessimist if you want but even when there isn't a war, demigods still have to worry about monsters, and there is always the possibility of making a mistake and losing a fight.

I hadn't completely given up since I did still have some hope that I might get to be happy, but the fates seemed to hate me or something since something always seemed to happen to change my life, and quite often not for the better. Maybe that would change, but I still had my doubts about whether I could ever really be happy.

Don't get me wrong ever since I defeated Lycaon I've enjoyed getting to know the pack, and I've also enjoyed seeing my old friends again even though it's been tough with Annabeth still at camp. Calla has also helped even though we aren't really in a romantic relationship yet and I'm kind of conflicted about my feelings for her.

I just wasn't that optimistic about actually being able to live the rest of my life without having to worry about wars. I didn't really have to worry about monsters anymore since I technically was one, the only monster I really had to worry about was when Lycaon would eventually return to challenge me but hopefully, he wouldn't come back for a long time.

There was also the fact that as long as no-one killed me in battle I would continue to live for a long time rather than dying in battle, or if I was extremely lucky, growing old and dying of natural causes. Regardless of what happens to me, I knew I already felt sorry for Jenny since she'd already lost her mom, and she probably still had a difficult life ahead of her, partially due to her being a child of Poseidon.

I decided that for now at least I would help train her so she would be able to defend herself when facing a monster. Normally you wouldn't want to give a kid her age a weapon but at camp, we don't have much choice, it's either that or leave her helpless and I certainly wasn't going to do that. I would probably help her learn about her powers as well since she would discover them sooner or later anyway.

She would be at camp year round and if we win this war, hopefully, we would, my pack probably wouldn't stay at camp all the time but I was sure we'd still visit from time to time and I would make sure I'd visit Jenny then especially since I was one of the few family members she had left now that her mom was dead. As the days continued I tried to spend more time with Jenny since she obviously needed the company and comfort, but I still had to lead my pack as well since they weren't going to lead themselves.

Jonas wasn't back yet from being with his family either. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't' come back to help with the war, after all, I was sure that if I had a kid I would want to be there to help raise it but I knew that he'd told me he would return to help so I started to wonder if something had happened to him or if he'd just stayed with his family longer than he'd initially planned and I was just being paranoid.

There was also the possibility that his pups hadn't come when they'd expected, after all, I knew enough to know that normal human babies didn't always come on their due date so maybe the same thing sometimes happened to werewolves. I didn't really know, but I was still kind of worried since I knew that Jonas and I had started to become friends before he'd chosen to stay in Maine until his pups were born.

We couldn't really do much planning for the war until we knew more about what to expect after all the prophecy was vague, and we didn't know much else, hopefully, Artemis and the werewolf I'd sent would get us some more information on what to expect so we could actually prepare rather than guessing about what we might need.