Percy Jackson and the lightning thief

My aunt teaches me bullfighting [Percy]

What do you do when it's storming heavily then someone knocks on the door.

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice-someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door. Aunt Sally sprang out of bed in her nightgown and threw open the lock. Grover stood framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain.

"Searching all night," he gasped. "What were you thinking?"

Our aunt looked at us in terror-not scared of Grover, but of why he'dcome.
"Boys ," she said, shouting to be heard over the rain. "Did something happen on the cruise you didn't tell me?"

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yelled. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"
I was too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. Though that shouldn't really be surprising. Because Grover didn't have his pants on — and where his legs should be ... where his legs should be ... Like I knew he was a satyr but actually we it was...
Our aunt looked at us sternly and talked in a tone she'd never used before: "Boys. Tell me now!"
I stammered something about the ship captain and my mom stared at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.
She grabbed her purse, tossed me my rain jacket, and said, "Get to the car. Three of you. Go! "
Grover ran for the Camaro — but he wasn't running, exactly. He was trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters. I now understood how he could run so fast and still limp when he walked.

We tore through the night along dark country roads. Wind slammed against the Camaro. Rain lashed the windshield. I didn't know how my aunt could see anything, but she kept her foot on the gas.
Every time there was a flash of lightning, I looked at Grover sitting next to me in the backseat and I wondered if I'd gone insane, or if he was wearing some kind of shag-carpet pants. But, no, the smell was one I remembered from kindergarten field trips to the petting zoo — lanolin, like from wool. The smell of a wet barnyard animal.
All I could think to say was, "So, you and my aunt... know each other?"

Graver's eyes flitted to the rearview mirror, though there were no cars behind us. "Not exactly," he said. "I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you."

"Watching me? Wait did our other aunt and uncle know?"

Grover smiled sheepishly, "Keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were okay."

"Our whole life?" Harry asked.

"Most of it."

Harry and I looked at each other then Grover, "Dude. That's creepy."

"So umm... what are did you say you were exactly?"

"That doesn't matter right now."
"It doesn't matter? From the waist down, our supposed protector is a donkey — " Grover let out a sharp, throaty "Blaa-ha-ha!"

"So Satyrs are donkeys?! I need to brush up on my Greek mythology."

Goat!" he cried. "What?"

"I'm a goat from the waist down." "You just said it didn't matter."

"Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult!"

"Percy see this is the sign you need to start working on getting a filter." Harry remarked.

The weird bellowing noise rose up again somewhere behind us, closer than before. Whatever was chasing us was still on our trail.

"Boys," our aunt said, "there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety."

"Safety from what? Who's after us?"