Teen Wolf X Percy Jackson

Chapter 8

Scott's pov                                                 "What?!" I ask Stiles in disbelief. Chatter breaks out in the group and questions are shot towards Stiles. "Calm down!" Stiles says "I do not know for sure. But she hasn't been answering my calls. Her mom said that she had never turned up at home last night and apparently no one, including us, knows where she is." I can see a look of worry in everyone's eyes. Even the demigods look slightly concerned. "What if she just went to a friend's house or something? Annabeth asks.

"And forgot to mention it to us or her mom? It's Lydia, we know her, she would never do that." Malia says in a sort of protective tone.

"Okay okay. We need to calm down." I say taking control. "We can't really include the police in this since this might be way over the level they can handle. So we must take care of this."

"We could try to catch her scent" Liam says. "Yeah and that is what we are going to do." I say. "Me and Stiles." I say, confirming who the 'we' were.

There were a few objections from Malia and Liam about that but eventually they both agree to it. Percy says that he will ask the 'Satyrs' and 'dryads' to keep a look out for Lydia. Not that I know what 'Satyrs' and 'dryads' mean. 

We wait until Natalie Martin was safely on her way to work. I boost Stiles up to the window and he opens the latch and gets in. I hear a noise, of Stiles crashing onto the floor, and flinch. At last his face appears, peeking on top of the ledge of the  window, trying to ignore the fact that he had just fallen face- first onto the floor, and offers me his hand. I ignore it and climb up and into the room on my own.

The moment I get in the room I get this strange unfamiliar scent that I could not recognize as werewolf, human or anything else.

Lydia's room was set neatly for a teenager. A few clothes were strewn across the floor and that was it. Stiles tosses me one of Lydia's t-shirts. I smell it, I shake my head at Stiles and say,"detergent." Stiles tosses me another one, I shake my head again. I notice a bag lying on the dressing table. I frown. This was the bag Lydia had brought yesterday. Which means she had reached home yesterday and had gone missing after that. Stiles also notices this.

He throws another shirt right at my face and I actually get a scent off of it.

"Got it." I tell Stiles.

The scent had led me to the woods. It led me in a twisted and turned path and eventually I realized I was running in circles. I had lost the scent. It was a fail.

I was getting tense now. It was evening and Lydia still had not returned home. School would be over by now. We decide to tell Mrs. Martin an excuse that Lydia was staying over at Malia's tonight too if she did not return or we do not find her by night. But we could not sell out on that excuse forever. We had to find her by tomorrow. I did not know how. I did not know what to do.

Annabeth's pov
It was a tiring day. We had gone around asking Satyrs and dryads if they had seen anyone with Lydia's description and also if they had seen any strange creature that could shape shift. But no luck. We hadn't found her until now. We had eventually given up when night had started to fall and returned home. Mr and Mrs Lewis were out.

I walk to my room and into the bathroom. There were dark spots under my eyes. The dyslexia and ADHD were killing me in school. I couldn't focus at all. I wash my face and feel a little bit fresh.

I walk back to my room and I knew, right at the second I do, that something was wrong. My body reacts faster than my mind and I grab the sword laying on the table and meet the sword that had been swung at me by someone. I look at my opponent in the eye and gasp. It was-It was.....Luke.

It wasn't the Kronos Luke with golden eyes. It was the normal Luke, my Luke, with beautiful blue eyes. Taking my distraction as an advantage he strikes at me again. But I parry it off in time. He raises his eyebrows at me,"You have improved." He says. We block and parry and swing and strike in the next few minutes. Eventually he strikes the sword at my hand and a cut appears.

I ignore the pain and blood that blossomed from my hand and continue fighting. I was shocked to see my oldest, and one of my closest, dead friends, fighting me. But I still wasn't stupid enough to believe this was the real Luke.

This thing, whatever it was, looked like Luke, spoke like Luke and had the same sword as Luke's. It even fought a little bit like Luke. But it wasn't Luke. It wasn't my first ever friend who had protected me when I had no one. It wasn't the boy who had taken care of Thalia when she had no one. Sure, Luke had made so many mistakes, more than we could count, during his life. But this wasn't the Luke that had sacrificed his own life to save the world.

I scream in anger and lunge towards the creature with my sword in hand. I manage to get a cut across it's chest. It hisses at me and it's form changes. Fangs grow in it's mouth and claws on it's fingers. It's eyes a shade of dark black. It lunges at me again. I dodge and kick it on it's chest. It slams onto the wall behind it.

I thought that I had actually hurt it but it just laughs. Shoulder length blonde hair strewn across her  shoulders she tells,"Tell Scott Mccall, the 'true alpha'," She says mockingly
"That I will be waiting at the school, tomorrow night, for him. Oh and also tell him that I have his red-headed friend with me.  She dosen't look so good. Don't know how long she will last. I think she better make it to a hospital before long if she wants to live." She, or it or whatever, leaps onto her feet and walk towards the open window. She turns back one last time. Grinning and showing her fangs she says,"And don't forget to ask Stilinski how his dad's doing." and jumps out through the window.

I run towards the window and look down. There was nothing in sight. I suddenly hear running noises behind me and someone opening the door to my room. I turn to see Percy leaning on the door, panting, with Nico behind him. "Did we miss something?" He asks.