Percy's Point of view

After I became a werewolf I couldn't help but wonder if that would mean that I wouldn't have demigod dreams. for a while it seemed like that would be the case, but the night after I escaped from Lycaon yet again and hunted for the first time. That changed. That night I slept peacefully for a while, but that didn't last as a dream began to take over my mind.

The first thing I saw in the dream was Lycaon, he was in his human form and he was approaching a figure who radiated power, dark power and that figure was sitting on a throne. Obviously, I assumed he was a god, possibly a primordial, but I hadn't yet figured out what one. Wherever they were it was dark and if it wasn't for my enhanced vision I probably wouldn't be able to make out specific features. I didn't really want to get closer in case one of them noticed me.

I knew it was a dream but it's not like it hasn't happened before. The best I could figure based on what I could see was that he was tall and rather pale, he had grey eyes, not like Annabeth's, his were more a dull gray and looked downright creepy. He was also dressed in dark clothes. Basically, his appearance just screamed, I'm evil!

When Lycaon reached him they began speaking, I could make out what they were saying and I didn't like it one bit. It answered a bunch of questions I'd had for a while now, but that didn't make me like what I was hearing. It sounded like the god was planning to start another war and Lycaon was working for him. Not to mention that he made it clear that they needed me out of the way one way or another.

It made it clear that when Lycaon realizes that he's not going to be able to turn me to their side he will probably try and kill me. I was not interested in dying since I would probably go to Tartarus now instead of the underworld. That only made me more determined to defeat him and stay alive. While I was still apprehensive about accepting what I was, it seemed even more like I would have to do it.

The dream changed and I saw a man whose clothes were patterned with stars and galaxies. I got the feeling he was a powerful god but just like the god in the previous dream I had no idea who he was. When he spoke to me he told me that the encounter between Lycaon and the other god had taken place a week before.

That meant that if I hadn't gotten away from Lycaon that day he might have tried to kill me rather than trying to sway me to his side like he had been all along. The god also told me who the god in the previous dream was. After I found out who he was I finally asked, "Who are you?"

He hadn't told me who he was and I couldn't figure it out. He was obviously a god but I had no clue what one.

When he replied he said that he'd thought I'd be able to figure that out myself but he told me that he was Chaos. After that revelation, I was momentarily shocked and I bowed to him. After that introduction was out of the way he said that I would have to inform the Olympians of the new threat. I protested saying, "But the gods might not trust me now, they might think I'm a spy or something,"

Chaos told me to contact my father before I go to tell the Olympians. Chaos believed that he would still support me and I knew that at least Hestia would support me. Chaos also said that if worst came to worst he would come and convince the Olympians that what I Say is the truth. I was nervous about doing what he asked but I didn't see any other option if the Olympians still were oblivious to the new threat that was rising.

I was not happy about learning that there would be another war but unfortunately there wasn't anything I could do about it other than do what I had to do for the gods to win. I supposed that if I did manage to come to terms with what I was the new abilities I have would be useful during the war.

It wasn't long before Chaos finished with me and I woke up. It was morning and I was still thinking about the dreams and what to do about them. The gods definitely need to know about the new threat but I would prefer to have more time alone before I get in contact with my dad or the other Olympians. I was still thinking about that when Hestia appeared in front of me. I wasn't quite sure why she had come, did she somehow know about the dreams I'd had? Was she here to help me further? Or was she here to tell me something? I stood and bowed to her but afterward, she said I didn't have to. I was about to ask why she had come but she beat me to it answering my unspoken question.

She said, "Percy I know you plan on discovering your new werewolf abilities and then killing Lycaon, but I believe you haven't considered everything that plan will lead to if you succeed,"

"What do you mean?" I asked kind of confused.

She replied, I am no expert on werewolves, they are more Artemis' area of expertise, but I know that if you succeed at killing Lycaon his wolves will expect you to take over as king. I am not certain but I believe that Lycaon rules by fear, his subjects fear punishment if they disobey his orders. If you continue with your plan and succeed they should follow you without much trouble since you would be a much kinder king than Lycaon.

Once you are their king I believe you could end the distrust between the gods, demigods, and werewolves. Perseus, I know you think of yourself as a monster but truly you are not, sure you have changed but your personality remains much the same, your loyalty, modesty, and kindness remain intact. You are no monster and you will never really be one. You may be a werewolf but you are not Lycaon and you never will be,"

I knew she was trying to help me accept what I had become but I couldn't quite bring myself to believe her. When she started speaking again She reminded me that my dad was rather worried about me and was still trying to find me. Apparently, he'd even asked Artemis to help find me and she'd agreed if only for Thalia. I kind of felt bad about making my dad worry about me but I had wanted to be alone and he might have suggested I go back to camp and I didn't want to do that yet.

It seemed I would have to go back though since everyone would need to know about the coming war, especially since we would be facing another Primordial. I did miss my dad and my friends at both camps, not to mention Chiron but I wasn't ready to see Annabeth again, especially if she was with someone else now. That would be really hard for me to see. I'd loved her with all my heart, I'd thought she was the one, but she'd found someone else she liked and moved on from me.

I wasn't angry at her or anything it just hurt that she'd let me think her feelings hadn't changed for so long, I understood that bisexuality could be a hard thing to talk about but she should have known that I wasn't the type of person that would think any less of her for it. Nonetheless, I couldn't leave the gods and the camps clueless to the fact that a new war was coming so I would have to return to New York and tell the gods and Camp Half Blood and also go to California to tell Camp Jupiter.

After Hestia left I made my decision. As much as I didn't really like it I would have to return to the camps and I would have to warn the gods if they didn't already know about the war. First, though I would contact my dad I would tell him and if he wasn't completely disgusted by what I had become he would probably support me if Zeus or one of the other gods refused to trust me since I am a werewolf. Hopefully, this would go well but I can't help but be worried. Knowing my luck something will probably go horribly wrong.

One thing that I couldn't get out of my head besides the fact that the gods may not trust me was what Hestia had said about Lycaon's wolves. What stuck with me was the fact that I would take over as king if I killed him. I had never really liked to lead I'd only done it when I had to but I also wanted to be able to stop running instead of constantly having to bolt like a scared puppy every time another werewolf came close to me.

I started to head in the general direction of New York after returning to my wolf form, and as I traveled I tried to recall things I'd seen Lycaon do and tried them myself. I also tried to remember everything Jason, Leo, and Piper had said about Lycaon in hopes that it might help me figure out my abilities. Heck, since becoming a werewolf seemed to have lessened my dyslexia and ADHD I even went into a library along the way to try and find out more about regular wolves to see if that might help. The library had also made me think of Annabeth but I had quickly shoved those thoughts aside.

I know you're probably thinking, Percy Jackson, going to a library, what the Hades? Well, readers, I'm just going to say I'm not a complete idiot, the main reason why I never really read before was my dyslexia and ADHD, the letters would get all mixed up and I just never had the patience to try and figure out the words. Sure, what Annabeth said about architecture never made much sense to me but that didn't mean that there weren't other things that I would be able to understand that I would be interested in.

Research projects in school had always been a pain but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't do research on things that I actually wanted to know more about. The research and trying to figure things out from what I already knew led to me coming to the conclusion that werewolves had some things in common with normal wolves but there were also some differences, our human side kind of influences our wolf side and vice versa, leading to us having similarities to both wolves and humans.

Over time as I traveled I did manage to discover some new abilities that I didn't have before. I find I spend most of my time in my wolf form unless I was going into the city where I would encounter people. I would stay in it even then except I can't really pass myself off as a large dog, I'm too big for that. I suppose I could manipulate the mist but it's just as easy to change forms so I seem like a normal person.

Even then I still usually have to use the mist to hide my teeth which are sharper and longer than normal ones so they could easily tear through flesh and even snap bones without much difficulty. Yeah, even my human form isn't completely normal looking since anyone could probably notice my teeth when I talked to them.

it hadn't bothered anyone too much yet since the only people I'd really talked to since I was turned were Hestia, my mom and Paul, Grover, the demigods I'd helped get to the camps, and a few mortals I encountered when I had to go into cities, but I would always use the mist on the mortals. Truthfully, I think they had freaked Grover out a bit at first but I think he got over it since he knew I would never hurt him.

I think they'd also made it harder for the demigods to trust me but like Grover, they'd come around before too long. I don't think Paul had been able to see them but perhaps it was better that way, I knew my mom had noticed them but had continued to care about me and trust me despite what had happened. Now my biggest concern was would my dad do the same? Or would he stop trusting me and abandon me, or worse still, try to kill me.

Whether I liked it or not I would have to find out, and I could only hope that he would still trust me. I decided I would contact him one way or another tomorrow. For now, I was going to stop and get some food and rest. It's not that I was really tired I just wanted to be sure I had all my strength in case I ran into Lycaon. Like I have most of the time since the first time I tried it, I hunted. I walked through the trees until I caught the scent of a deer. I began to walk more slowly to avoid alerting it to my presence and scaring it off.

I paused as I saw the deer was just standing there still unaware that I was there. The deer finally noticed me and started to run but it was too late as I caught up to it easily, leaped at it and sunk my teeth into its neck severing veins and arteries, bringing it a quick death. I'd been traveling for a few days now and the large meal that the deer provided was rather satisfying since I hadn't had as much the last few days and I'd been trying to travel as fast as I could.

I wanted to get to New York as soon as possible so our newest enemies wouldn't have the chance to catch us off guard. If someone had asked me a year ago what I thought I might be doing now I probably would have told them spending time with Annabeth, I certainly would never have imagined that  Annabeth would leave me or that I would be a werewolf and I probably would have refused to consider the possibility that I could be preparing for the latest war. That day might have been relatively normal but the next one would certainly be interesting.