Percy's POV
I am alive. No one knows it... I am alive. The drakons blood is what kept me alive.
But not without a price.
I died with monster blood in my body. The rest of me died but a monster can't die so the blood kept flowing. I am a monster, an archetype.
The strange thing was I was not a normal monster. Not a drakon or a venti. I was a wolf.
Not a werewolf.
A wolf. Smaller than a hellhound but more ferocious. I had black as night fur and glowing red eyes. I could turn human. But I wasn't exactly human.
I would have fangs, blood red eyes, and claws. Not to mention my hair was as dark as my fur.
I thought back to the death sentence. I didn't even care. I just wanted to be human again.
And there was a way. Only one way. It was created by the original Jason, the only other wolf.
He created something that could change me back.
He created the moonstone.
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A/N
Sorry for the short chapter. It's more of a filler to extend on the previous chapter.
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Percy and the Moonstone
FanfictionPercy is running for his life. Percy is losing his mind. Percy is despised now. Percy isn't Percy anymore. --------------- Monster. That's what they call him now. A monster. Everything is upside down. The tables have turned. Right is wrong and...
