you gave me this curse, this burden ----- I didn't ask for the wolf, nor the god
book one in the wolf series
apollo x oc ( x ethan nakamura )
the lightning thief ----- the last olympian
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BOWIE WAS BEGINNING TO REGRET COMING ON THIS QUEST. so far, they'd been tracked down by all three Furies and their bus, which had their bags had exploded. she knew retrieving zeus's master bolt wouldn't be exactly an easy task, but she didn't expect it to be this hard. and they'd only been on this quest for a few hours.
they were now walking through the woods along the new jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind them, and the smell of the hudson reeking in bowie's nose.
Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once." The sound of the bus exploding was ringing freshly in bowie's ears but she urged herself to keep walking, she couldn't stop now. "Come on! The further away we get, the better." Annabeth said. "All our money was back there," Percy reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything." "Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight ----- " "What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?" "you didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine." "Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine."
"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth. Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans . . . a perfectly good bag of tin cans." "and my wig. I almost died stealing that thing from the aphrodite kids. one of the girls sleeps with her eyes open and she proper scared the fuck out of me." bowie grumbled, crossing her arms and looking angrily at percy.
The group sloshed across mushy ground and through nasty twisted trees that smelt like sour laundry.
After a few minutes, Annabeth fell into line next to percy. "Look, I . . ." Her voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave." "We're a team, right?"
bowie slung her arm around grover's shoulder and pulled them back from percy and annabeth, deciding they should give the two demigods a bit of privacy. "so, grover. how are you doing?" she asked the satyr, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "I mean the Underworld is underground so. . ." grover shivered, "not good." "well, I think you'll be fine. you're. . . not the worst satyr I've met." she nudged him with her shoulder, "and you are really dedicated to finding pan." "do. . . do you think he's out there?" grover asked her nervously, "or do you think he did die?"
