How the Sky fell for the Sea

Things get ended.

A/N - Hello! This is the final chapter (I actually mean it this time). There are so many people I want to mention but for now, thank you to bakushimaforever for being the most recent person to vote/follow and Ma_boi_Lafayette_ for recently commenting and also following me.

For the last time, I hope you enjoy...

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His name was Jason - he knew that much.

Jason. Jason Grass. Great. Gra-

"It's Grace." the strange blond woman beside him when he'd first woke up had corrected; Hera is what she'd introduced herself as. She'd also said she was Jason's mother, but he hadn't been quite ready to believe that one. He'd known something had happened to him, no-one lives their whole life without memories, but he hadn't been sure whether these people, these wolves (he knew that much) were people he could trust. How could he trust them? In Jason's head, those people, cautious yet concerned, had kept him in this room, wondering who he was, whilst Jason hunted, foraged and desperately tried to pursue a glimpse of recollection; how do I know these people aren't dangerous? That's why, when a dominant beta (who'd introduced himself as Nico) had walked in, Jason had growled aggressively. Despite seeing the shock and slight hurt in the onyx eyes, Jason hadn't backed down. Nico never returned after that. Jason also hadn't gotten any other guests afterwards apart from the same woman, his supposed 'mother'. That had been until he arrived. With disheveled black hair and rose-red lips gasping for air, it was clear this boy had come in a hurry - and that he shouldn't have been there. Their eyes had met and Jason had frozen, lost in the vibrant green eyes of the submissive wolf that'd been before him. Jason had been surprised, not only because of the overwhelming sense of hope within the emerald orbs but the immense familiarity Jason had felt when he looked at them. Perhaps he should've held onto that spark of familiarity but in that moment Jason had felt fear, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the full extent of what he'd lost. So when the raven-haired boy had stepped closer, Jason had grown defensive. His blue eyes had turned stormy and he'd snarled viciously. Unlike Nico's brief flash of hurt, Jason saw every emotion flicker in the boy's eyes: pain, despair, heartbreak. Jason hadn't had time to regret his actions before the room's door had slammed shut leaving Jason alone once more.

Percy.

Jason had remembered far too late.

"Mate." Jason had whimpered as he'd fallen to the floor, wondering what on earth had happened to him and why he felt so empty.

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Percy dove to the floor as he dodged a wild swing from Octavian. He couldn't grasp any sense of time although he knew he'd been fighting long enough to see the vampire's impossible speed slow down enough until his hits were at least visible. Percy should've been tired. Even though he still had super-strength when he wasn't in wolf form, Octavian should've had the upper hand by now - but he didn't. Octavian kicked, clawed, punched with excruciating force but Percy always returned with equal power. He wasn't in full wolf form, he wouldn't turn in fear of his savage fury taking over and consuming his humanity. He would do what he set out to do but he wouldn't draw it out, extend Octavian's torture despite what his wolf desperately wanted. Instead, he used memories of Jason his mate to keep him going. Fuel the rage. End the suffering.

Percy leapt from the muddy floor and pounced on the vampire. Octavian probably could've stopped the act from being fatal but in that moment his concentration slipped, and Percy heard the satisfying crack of the vampire's neck. The werewolf slumped against Octavian breathing heavily; he'd done it. With slow hands, Percy extracted what he came for and began to lumber back to his pack. Back to his friends; back to his mate; back to his home.