Changing the Future

Chapter 62

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We were all antsy as the sun moved across the sky, the wind growing increasingly colder as night approached. Even the Hunters' wolves, which were typically fearless, seemed on edge, skittering away from the forest whenever they were too far away from their Hunter.

He's coming, they warned each other. And he is angry.

Great, I thought to myself, fiddling with my silver dagger's hilt whenever I got bored. As a safety precaution, I handed Thalia and Bianca little packets of silver powder, something I'd kept with me ever since I first ran into werewolves when I was sixteen.

Not all werewolves were dangerous, but the ones that ran with Lycaon were the worst of the worst, the kind that found a sick sort of pleasure in turning young children and needlessly killing anyone that happened to come across the pack, especially on the nights of the full moon.

Luckily for us, the next full moon wouldn't be until next month, not to mention that this fight would be over around sundown.

Once Thalia was absolutely certain that the Hunters couldn't do anything else to secure the Wolf House, she finally sat down on the stone steps, a blank look on her face. Bianca and I both joined her, knowing that we weren't needed elsewhere at the moment.

"This is the place Mom left Jason," Thalia said softly. She pointed to a little clearing just a little ways away from where we were sitting. "That's where she parked the car. If only I'd known..."

She shook her head, laughing sadly. "You know, after that day, I cut my hair like this, so that Mom could never use it against me again. It was so hard to keep my hair short when on the run, but somehow, I managed."

"I'm sorry," Bianca said, giving Thalia's hand a gentle squeeze before returning to fiddle with the skull ring that rested on her finger, a gift from Nico. "But you have found Jason again. Don't let Hera keep you two apart again."

"Oh, I won't. If she touches a hair on his head again, I will storm right up to Olympus myself and punch her in the face."

"She can hear you, you know!" Hera shrieked from inside the Wolf House; Thalia replied by giving the goddess the middle finger, ignoring the string of Ancient Greek curses that came afterward.

The three of us laughed, an action that seemed so out of place amongst the solemnity of the situation we found ourselves in. The temperature noticeably dropped to the point where most of the Hunters shivered despite their warm clothing.

I set up a fire in the middle of the field, warming up the nearby Hunters. For the others, I tried to create that weather dome that Artemis was so skilled at, but all I managed to do was block the stronger winds. Chilly breezes still wormed through my makeshift barrier.

"It'll do," Thalia assured me, clapping me on the shoulder as she passed by. "Believe me, the wind is worse than the snow."

"Agreed," one of the Hunters said, rubbing her hands together as she brought them up to her mouth, hoping her breath would be enough to warm them.

As the sun neared the horizon, the temperature dropped another five degrees, the wind blowing so violently around us that the smaller plants threatened to snap in half. I watched as some of the Hunters near the end of the border had their hair whipping in their faces, causing them to scowl as they hurriedly pulled it back either in a ponytail or a braid.