Paul and Sally were waiting for Percy to come out of the shower. Once he did, they'd see if he would talk to them, but both had the feeling that that was not going to happen any time soon. The way he looked when he came in and the dead glances he gave them spoke novels. And it broke his mother's heart. Especially since there was probably nothing she could do for him except talk. That part frustrated Sally. She wanted her son to be happy. That has always been one of the few things she ever wanted above all else. To see him grin and tell her he loves her and hug her. To see his beaming face when she would bring out a trey of cookies. She just felt so useless right now because she wasn't able to comfort him and be his confidant. Paul was no better. He and Percy had gotten close ever since he married Sally. Hell, he ended up asking the demigod's permission to marry her. So, the husband and wife just sat there. Waiting.

Then, a bright flash came from behind them. The two had grown used to gods and goddesses teleporting in and out of their home. So, it didn't faze them. Instead, an angry scowl appeared on Sally's face as she stood to turn to whatever deity decided to come to their apartment. Her glaring eyes met the tired and sad glowing sea green orbs of Poseidon. She paused, stopping her voice from telling him to go away in anger. Instead, she kept glaring and stomped over to him. Paul didn't dare stop her. He'd rather not have that gun barrel pointed at him. Especially since his first hand experience at seeing Sally killing monsters with a shotgun.

Poseidon, on the other hand, had seen that anger before. The day he had to leave not long after Percy had been born. When he had to abandon his lover and their child. He remembered how much she hated him for a while because of it all. Sally pulled her right hand back and a loud 'CLAP' was heard as she smacked the god across his face. Poseidon knew this would happen. He was ready for it and would hold no hard feelings against the woman he once loved. His cheek stung badly as his head was forced to the right from the hit. This would be the second time the mortal woman had done that. She spoke lowly and with restrained fury as she went into enraged/protective mother mode.

"What happened? What did you do to my son?" Sally demanded.

The god of the sea turned back to her with a defeated expression and spoke softly to her.

"I did nothing, Sally. Except being forced to take Riptide from him. The rest, I suggest you sit down before I tell you." Poseidon responded.

Sally was silent for a minute, just crossing her arms as she kept her glare. Were Poseidon a mortal man, he'd have backed into a corner and gotten into the fetal position from the intensity of just her gaze. Finally, a long sigh escaped her before she went back to her seat next to Paul. The man wrapped a comforting arm around her again and pulled her close. Her expression of anger softened and she looked at her husband thankfully. He smiled softly back as Poseidon sat down.

"Can I get you something to drink or eat, uh…...My Lord?" Paul said slowly, figuring he should treat the god formally.

Poseidon smiled softly and waved his hand dismissively. Sure, he was wearing his Greek robe with ceremonial bronze armor over it. Complete with a small crown on his head, large wrist guards, shin guards, sandals, and his master trident in hand. But Paul did not have to be that way with him.

"No need for the formalities, Paul. Just call me 'Poseidon'." the god told him, "And yes. Do you have anything stronger than coffee? I need alcohol right now."

Paul nodded and was about to get up to retrieve some, but Poseidon stopped him. The god of the sea propped his trident against the nearest wall before looking into the cabinet the man pointed out for him. Inside, Poseidon found a variety of alcohol ranging from whiskey and vodka to wine and rum. The god smiled softly as he grabbed one of the rum bottles and three glasses. They just happened to have one of his favorite brands. Captain Morgan. Closing the cabinet, he returned to his seat and uncorked the bottle. Letting it breath for a moment, he poured a shot amount in each glass and pushed two towards Sally and Paul.

"Drink with me." he told them.

They wanted to protest, but his tone left no room for argument. Poseidon left the bottle next to him and slammed his glass back. The liquid burned as it went down, but that didn't bother him of course. He was a god. The warmth in his chest was more than welcome, thanks to it. Sally and Paul were slow to drink, but they did. Taking small sips of the strong rum. After Poseidon had poured a shot again into his glass, he finally spoke again.

"Alright. I'm going to tell you everything. I must ask you not to interrupt me or ask any questions until I am done. Alright?" he explained.

After receiving curt nods, Poseidon continued. After drinking more because this was painful just thinking about. Not to mention how powerless he felt because of it. Heh. Mighty god of the seas indeed.

"Percy is a werewolf." he started.

Wherever Percy was, it was dark. Dark and quiet. He was sitting cross-legged as he looked around, noting he was wearing the camp shirt and jeans and his feet were bare. Cold. Then, he noticed something as he surveyed himself. A few things, actually. His feet and lower legs were covered in dirt. No. Mud. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened as he lifted his hands. They were covered in blood along with his arms and shirt. His hands more than anything. He stood up and furiously tried to wipe it off, but his efforts weren't working.

"W-What the hell?" he asked no one in particular.

Percy's attention was drawn from the blood as a loud and familiar growl could be heard all around him. The demigod stood up straight and looked ahead of him. Not too far away, he could see two gold orbs glowing through the darkness. Glaring at him. Percy froze in fear as the eyes seemed to be coming closer and closer. As if the one they belonged to was sprinting at him. When it was close enough to see, Percy realized it looked similar to the werewolf that attacked him. Except, there were differences. It stopped within inches of him, growling in his face. It was two feet taller than he was, so it was slightly leaning down to do so. Percy's still wide eyes looked back at it. The werewolf had raven black hair. Just like him. As he kept staring, he looked closer. No clothes. Just blood covered fur all over it. Especially it's clawed hands. He went back to the face, when he realized it. This thing…..was him…..Sure, it's face was distorted and furred, but Percy could tell. It were as though he was looking at some kind of monstrous reflection of himself.

He tried to take a step back, but the monster grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up two feet in the air with one hand. He tried to pry it's hand off as it squeezed, but it was useless. The claws dug into the back of his neck. He tried to scream from the pain, but he couldn't breath. The werewolf version of him squeezed tighter and tighter, growling and opening it's jaws wide as all he could do was try kicking it. Which was doing nothing. The monster pulled him closer to it as it's jaws opened wide. Percy screamed out as it slowly bit into his flesh and ripped half of his neck away. His voice was cut off and replaced with a sickening and wet gurgling noise as blood spilled and sprayed everywhere.

Percy shot up to a sitting position as he gasped hard for breathe. He stayed like that, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself for a few minutes. As he did, Percy took in his surroundings as he heard steady beeping from the machine next to him. The son of Poseidon recognized it instantly. One of many rooms in the infirmary. There was a TV on the wall in front of him and a bathroom to his right. The door to the room was closed and bright sunlight was coming through a window. He also realized he couldn't see through his left eye. Percy reached up, sighing in relief that it was only gauze that had been wrapped over the side of his head. Making sure he could in fact see, he moved it slightly. The sunlight in the room flashed in his vision, almost blinding his left eye. Then, he felt the scruff on his face. He needed to get to a mirror. Luckily, there was one not far from him in the corner of the room. Percy reached down to take off the wire from the heart monitor before he got up off of the comfortable bed. He slowly walked, not feeling any pain, discomfort, or irritation.

Making it to the mirror, his right eye widened.

"What the fuck?"

Even wearing a hospital gown, Percy could clearly see the changes. He looked….taller. Broader. Packing more muscle. He ripped the gown off of him to see crimson stained gauze covering his entire torso from his navel to his collar. Percy also just realized he had ended up taking his 'broken wrist' from the sling it had been in. He lifted his right arm up to see that it also had a brace around it to keep it set so it could heal. Percy slowly ripped it all off. The gauze, bandages, brace. He didn't stop until it was all on the floor. His left eye just needed a moment to adjust before both eyes widened once again.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he screamed in his mind with utter bewilderment this time.

His body looked….completely fine. Better than fine. There wasn't a single scar anywhere on his skin. The only thing that was still present, was the Roman Legion service tattoo on his right forearm. There was a good amount of facial hair growing over his chin and upper lip. His muscles were huge and as defined as a body builder's. Even his legs had muscles where he didn't know they existed as he looked below the fresh pair of briefs he was wearing. In summary: Percy was built like a fucking mountain. He reached up to touch where the horrible bite that caused so much pain once was. Nothing. Just smooth skin as he still looked in the mirror. Not knowing what to make of it. Then, there were his eyes. They looked brighter. And his hair was an even darker shade of raven.

"What happened to me? How long have I been out?" he asked aloud.

His voice even sounded deeper and manlier. With some gravel to it. Then, it felt as if a truck had hit him. His sight became more intense. As if he was looking through a telescope. He stumbled as his head hurt like hell and he slid down the wall next to the mirror. Percy let out a silent scream as he held both sides of his head. It started to go away as the world seemed to slow down around him. He could hear everything in the building. Water running, hearts beating, machines. All of it. And he could smell it all too. Blood, laundry, sweat, among many other scents. His eyes stared forward, seeing the rays of sunlight and every particle within them. Percy closed them and breathed heavily. He tried to calm himself as he heard loud footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

"Percy?!" he heard whoever it was, their voice painfully loud.

Percy felt them grab his shoulders as he groaned. It was like he was being torn apart and put back together. He let out a loud yell as they spoke again. Quieter.

"Percy, you need to calm yourself. Take deep breathes. Just let the feeling pass. Your body needs to slowly adapt."

"ADAPT TO WHAT?!" he screamed out in pain.

"Your new senses. Let it happen. Don't fight. Just breath and relax. In the nose, out of the mouth." they instructed.

Percy did as he was told, slowing down his breathing and steadying his heartbeat. The process was slow, but the feeling finally passed. He sighed as he leaned his head against the wall. A cold end of a stethoscope was pressed against his chest as he opened his eyes again to see a serious looking Apollo. The god looked to have taken the form of an actual responsible adult as he wore a white doctor's coat with a dress shirt and pants under it. Apollo smiled softly at him.

"How do you feel, Perce?" he asked after he was done listening.

"Well, besides the splitting headache I just had, fantastic." Percy answered, really laying it hard on the sarcasm.

Apollo chuckled softly, but his smile didn't last long.

"You were out for two weeks, Percy." he said.

"What?!" Percy exclaimed.

Apollo nodded, his gaze serious.

"I know. This is going to be a lot to take in. Especially since….." the sun god trailed off.

"Since what? What's happened to me? Why do I look like….well, this?!" Percy exclaimed again at the end as he gestured to himself and his now perfect looking physique.

"You were bitten by a werewolf, Percy." Apollo said straight out, silencing him, "During the fight, it wounded you really bad. You lost a lot of blood. So much, that your heart stopped."

Percy was visibly shaking as he listened.

"Yeah! No shit! I know it was a werewolf that attacked me!" Percy screamed in his head.

"Your back and chest were torn apart. If you hadn't gotten to the water, you'd probably be dead. I had to give you CPR and Zeus…..he saved your life. He jump started your heart again. I was able to stitch you up so you could heal. But then I learned there was no need for it. Because the next morning, your wounds were already fully clotted and the skin slowly knitting itself back together. You were becoming a werewolf, Percy." the god explained.

Apollo helped Percy up and guided him back to the hospital bed so he could sit.

"Only a week after your wounds were all almost healed, I noticed that all your previous battle scars were gone as well. Healed and faded." Apollo told him.

"Then, why was I out for two weeks?" Percy softly asked, finally speaking.

"Not only was it because of the major wounds, but your body also needed time to heal from legally being dead for five minutes." Apollo answered.

Percy sighed deeply as he rested his head in his hands. His breathing started to get rapid again, but not in pain. He was having a panic attack.

"What am I going to do? What is everyone else going to think? I gotta…...I gotta get out of here…." he thought.

Unknown to Percy, his eyes were becoming a glowing and brilliant gold as his ears began to stretch to a point and claws grew from his fingers. All from the distress he was feeling. Apollo subconsciously took a step back and spoke calmly.

"Uh….Percy…..."

The demigod lifted his head to see Apollo looking at him with caution.

"What?" he asked.

Percy didn't even realize his fangs had grown until he spoke, feeling them in his mouth. His eyes grew wide and fear gripped him again as he looked at his clawed fingers.

"Breath, Percy." Apollo repeated.

The son of Poseidon did as instructed again, closing his eyes tightly and slowing down his heartbeat. After a good two minutes, he opened them to see his claws were gone. Percy moved his tongue over his teeth to confirm his fangs were gone as well. Both he and the god let out sighs of relief. For now at least. The fear was right back in a matter of seconds.

"What do I do, Apollo?" he asked softly.

The sun god was quiet for a moment. He knew what would happen. At least for now. God of prophecy, after all. Apollo had the unfortunate ability to see everyone's fate. Even his own children. How they would die. When. Where. The only ones who's fate he could not see, were the god's and his own. Percy's was starting to get fuzzy. Probably because he was partially immortal now. It was both a blessing and a curse. Especially since the fates made him swear he would never tell anyone their future. Just spout a prophecy here or there. Until the oracle came along.

"You need to learn control, Percy. That is the most important thing for you right now. Because if you can't control it when the full moon rises again in less than two weeks, there's no knowing what you'll do." he told the worried demigod.

"What about just now? Shouldn't I not be able to do that already since I'm a new werewolf?" Percy asked, "I mean, I've read a few things and saw the movies, but this is just so strange and new. I mean, it doesn't surprise me, but still."

Apollo shook his head.

"I'm not too sure, Percy. I'm not an expert on werewolves. I do know that the godly blood in you mixed with the werewolf venom could be kicking your transformation and abilities into overdrive. Not to mention one more little bit that I know you won't like."

Percy stayed silent, waiting for him to go on. Apollo made a scalpel appear in his hand before resting the blade against Percy's arm.

"Watch." he instructed.

Percy felt the familiar burning pain of being cut as Apollo ran the blade down his arm from his forearm and almost to his wrist. Both of them watched as the wound bled shortly before starting to close up. Quickly. That wasn't the only thing that caught Percy's attention though. His blood was no longer just the familiar shade of crimson. There were flecks of gold in the mix. Gold ichor.

"I'm immortal…..." Percy stated.

"Not exactly." this made him look up as the blood seeped back in and the skin closed shut, "Not fully. Werewolves are one of the special cases. They won't age or experience sickness, but at the same time, they can still be killed."

"Like the hunters." was the response he got.

Apollo nodded.

"Like the hunters." he confirmed.

They were both silent as Percy thought it all over. Ending up closer and closer to another panic attack, but he breathed deeply. It was over. His life was over. There was no way in hell he could even try to be normal again. And Annabeth. Unless she became a goddess, which he knew she didn't want, there was no way they could be together. That or if he bit her and he was not about to put this on her. He didn't even know how she would feel about him being a werewolf.

"I can't…...I just can't believe this is happening….." Percy said hopelessly.

Apollo sat next to him, letting out a sigh.

"I know a little bit of how you feel, Percy. I didn't think werewolves were real either. Until I watched my little sis kill one with my own eyes." Percy looked back up to him again as he spoke, "I'll never forget it. How it were as if the only thing it wanted, was to kill."

Percy sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Yeah. Thanks, Apollo. Real comforting." he said.

"Ouch, do you really have to lay it so thick with the sarcasm? Especially to the guy that kept you alive?" the god asked with fake hurt before smirking, "Don't make me write a limerick about your awful behavior."

Percy was quick to reject, making Apollo laugh. The Olympian did it anyway. Getting into a dramatic pose with his left hand to his chest and his right arm extended.

"Perseus the patient.

He was brash and impatient.

He had a girlfriend from California.

Who sure could attract ya.

What a cunt he was indeed." Apollo recited.

Percy groaned loudly and lightly banged his head against the wall.

"That last line wasn't even done right. Nor was it accurate, ya fuckin dingus."

Apollo pouted before snapping his fingers as an idea struck him. Percy looked at him, sensing the impending doom.

"Alright. How about this….." the sun god cleared his throat,

"There once was a man from Nantucket

Who's dick was so long he could-"

Percy cut him off by grabbing him and putting a hand over his mouth. Apollo smirked as Percy glared at him.

"Finish that, and I swear to every deity, you will wish you'd never even met me." he threatened.

After Percy made that statement, every god in the area and all over the world, sneezed. Except Apollo, of course, who was still smirking. After another moment, Percy was back to pacing. Apollo looked at him with concern as he watched the demigod trying his hardest not to panic.

"I…..I need to get out of here. I-I need air." Percy said.

He was taking deep breathes, trying to keep his heart steady. Apollo stood and grabbed Percy by the shoulders and looked him in the eye.

"Perce, everything will be fine. Alright? There is a fresh set of clothes in the dresser right there. You go take a long walk, and I'll let everyone know." the god told him.

"Really?" Percy asked with hope.

Apollo nodded and Percy smiled thankfully. He was at the dresser in an instant grabbing a new camp shirt, briefs, jeans, and sneakers. After he was situated, the two walked out of the room and were outside of the infirmary within a minute. When Percy was finally outside and taking a nice long breathe, something indescribable came over him. It was that same feeling. His new senses taking hold. Everything was brighter. Like in the infirmary. He could hear, see, and smell everything within a mile at least. Hell, he could even sense the Olympians and demigods that were currently eating lunch in the meal pavilion. Then, the breeze hit him. The forest. It smelled….amazing. Without even a word to Apollo, Percy was gone. Rushing with blinding speed. Faster than he'd ever imagine he could run. Within five seconds, he'd cleared the distance and was standing in front of the treeline. The demigod had no idea his eyes had once again become a vibrant and brilliant gold as his instincts took control. Percy wanted to run more. To rush through the trees until his legs couldn't carry him. Until he heard the voices. Of his friends, the gods, his girlfriend, and others.

"Where is he, Apollo? I need to talk to him." the familiar voice of Lupa questioned.

"He needed to get some air, after realizing what he has become." said god answered.

"So, our favorite Princess really has become part dog." Clarisse stated.

Percy could hear low animalistic growls and Lupa commanding someone to stand down before an unfamiliar voice said,

"Call us part dog again, war child. See what happens." they threatened.

Weapons were drawn and he could distinctly hear bowstrings as well and he was surprised to hear Artemis.

"Lets not lose our heads." she told whoever.

"Make another threat, wolf. Then you'll see what happens." his favorite god to hate, Ares, threatened.

"Like you'd even be able to touch me, Ares." was the venomous response made.

Something loud made Percy jump a little. A weapon impacting a table. Hard. His father's loud voice exclaimed,

"That's enough! I have dealt with enough stress over the past two weeks and I am not going to deal with this! Apollo, how is my son?"

There was a short pause and Percy could hear people withdrawing and sitting back down.

"He is in perfect condition, uncle. All of his wounds are more than healed and….." he trailed off.

"What? What is it?" Annabeth's distraught voice asked.

"All of his scars are gone as well. Like he had never been hurt in his life. He's bigger. Broader. Stronger. Physically superior in every way." he answered before adding, "I can't lie. If he wasn't dating you, Annabeth, I'd have tried the moves on him."

Percy's cheeks went red and he wanted to stop listening for a second, until his father spoke again.

"I don't need to hear about my son awakening your inner bisexual, nephew."

"I want to know how my cousin is. How did he seem, Lord Apollo?" Jason cut in.

"Well, it's definitely new to him. I advise caution to all of you. He was having a panic attack earlier and he ended up shifting half way." was the god's response.

Lupa's voice filled his ears again.

"Apollo is right. None of you, except Artemis, know werewolves like I do. Newly bitten ones are highly unpredictable and very powerful. Perseus could probably rip apart a tank if he got angry enough." she explained.

"This is why I bring back the recommendation of killing him." Ares said.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hermes asked angrily.

He could hear the war god chuckle softly.

"Well, I mean it would bring me a small amount of happiness, but there is no denying that the punk is a monster now."

There were more noises, and more specifically, the sound of Ares being choked.

"How about I take my trident and shove it so far up your ass that all three points come out your mouth instead?" his father asked in a deadly calm and threatening voice.

"Brother, please let him go before you kill him." Zeus requested.

"Why? I'd be doing a service to the world." the sea god responded.

Hades was the one to ask this time.

"Brother." there was another pause, "Would Percy want this right now?"

The area was quiet before Percy's father let out an angry scoff and Percy assumed he let Ares go.

"Talk about my son like that again, no god or Chaos himself will save you from me." Poseidon promised.

That was enough for Percy. He wanted this all to stop. Them talking about him. All of it. Everything. He didn't want this. Percy had plans. For college. For him and Annabeth. He might as well throw all of that out the window. After all, Percy was a monster now. Who wants a monster?

The demigod began sprinting into the woods, no destination in mind. Percy just wanted to get away. His feet made small craters as they impacted the dirt and grass as his legs moved at lightning speed. After only mere moments, Percy was at the opposite treeline. Where forest met sand and sea. Percy breathed heavily again, but it was not from fatigue. The son of Poseidon was panicking. Eventually, Percy walked up to a tree and let out a long and loud scream as he hauled back his right fist and punched the trunk. His eyes went wide as his knuckles obliterated everything they hit, breaking the tree in half before it crashed to the ground next to him. Percy looked at his hand, besides very minor cuts that were healing rapidly, it was fine.

Percy looked around until he found a moderately sized boulder. Using little effort, he grabbed a hold of the rigged ends and tore it from the ground. He set it down on top of the lower end of the now broken trunk and hauled back his right fist again. Giving it all he had, Percy punched it in the center. His eyes widened again as he felt not even a single trace of pain as his knuckles went through rock and formed a large crater that took up almost half of the boulder. Percy brought his hand up to his face again. Nothing. Not a scratch. Just dirt and dust from destroyed rock. Percy took a step back as steady breathes came and left him. Putting his hand back down to his side, Percy looked at the boulder.

"I'm fast. Strong. I can sense and feel everything. Is this really the power of a werewolf?" he thought.

Percy ran a hand through his hair. He needed answers. Answers to many questions. One more specifically being how the hell he was still alive.

"If that werewolf was this strong, how the hell did it not kill me?"

Then again, it technically managed to. Apollo said that his heart stopped. He had been dead and was brought back to life. By his uncle. Zeus, of all deities and people. Percy was running again. Back to the camp and straight toward where he knew he would receive answers. They were all still at the meal pavilion. Well, more like hall now. They had gotten the idea from Camp Jupiter and turned the pavilion into a large structure with windows and a huge hearth where the demigods could offer servings of their food. Hestia could frequently be seen sitting along the edge of it as well. It was Greek in style with pillars in the front supporting a wide marble triangle that depicted the Olympians. 'Meal Hall' was written in large Greek lettering. The two ten foot tall oak doors to the place were slightly ajar as Percy approached. He heard Lupa's voice again as he got closer.

"He is here." she informed everyone present.

It became eerily quiet, making Percy let out a long sigh. The doors creaked softly as he pushed both of them out of his way. They swung back and rested against the wall and Percy just stood there. He took them in and they did the same. All of the Olympians were here. They were wearing their usual articles of clothing. Except his father. The god of the sea was wearing what you'd think when you heard 'Poseidon' or 'Neptune'. A Greek tunic with pieces of light armor here and there. A bronze crown with diamonds and emeralds lining it rested upon his head and he had matching forearm guards and shin guards. His master trident was currently in his right hand as he stood up and looked at his son with wide eyes. The hunters were sitting with Artemis at her table and Lupa had a guest table, along with about a dozen people Percy had never seen before. The area was still silent. Until Aphrodite broke it.

"Well, hello handsome." she said with a smirk.

Percy raised an eyebrow at her as she sent a flirty wave his way and gave him a wink. He rolled his eyes as his father was to him in an instant. The god had ended up picking him up while holding his trident and was squeezing him hard.

"I thought I'd lost you, son." he said.

Meanwhile, Percy was doing his best to breath as he hugged his father back. Until a thought struck him. Percy got revenge by grabbing his father and squeezing back. Poseidon looked down at him with surprise as his back cracked.

"Now you know how it feels, dad." Percy said with an evil smirk.

Poseidon grinned in return and gasped for breathe after his son put him down and let go. The god of the sea still smiled as Percy stepped away from him. He walked over toward table one. Jason was there with Zeus. Percy's blond cousin stood and they embraced each other.

"Good to see you walkin and talkin, Perce." Jason said before they pulled away.

"Good to be walkin and talkin." Percy responded.

Zeus stood with his son and smiled softly at Percy. He was surprised when the son of Poseidon extended a hand. They shook and Zeus was taken back by the strong iron grip the demigod now had. Percy's green eyes stared into his.

"Thanks for what you did, Lord Zeus." Percy thanked.

Zeus' smile actually broadened a small amount as he said,

"Consider us even, Jackson."

They pulled away and Percy turned once again to the rest of the room. Most were looking at him with awe, which he wasn't very much a fan of. Well, at least it wasn't disgust.

"Well. Let's talk." he said.