Percy Jackson: The Wolf Curse

Chapter 11: Truth Behind The Titans

[Reyna's POV:]

It's good to have a second Praetor again. I doubt he will be half as good as Percy was, but he's better than nothing. I wish I had managed to convince Frank and Hazel to take my place.. I wanted to join the Hunters since it's obvious Percy would never return my feelings and no one else would come even close to him, sure there was Jason, but he left me for Piper who he cheated on. With a tree nymph of all things, I mean no offence, but a strong daughter of Aphrodite versus a unknown tree nymph that has slept around with A LOT of men and women as well as the in between. She's a slut basically.

Anyway, This new praetor was a wolf and I had absolutely no idea how this was gonna work.. Assuming it would work at all that is. I just hope his first action as a leader isn't dragging his ass across the arena as no matter how amusing that would be, it would be shaming to our camp and to me.

Today was the day we picked up Damian's wolf clothes, he thinks he will look ridiculous, but I know for a fact he won't. That black and green toned fur will look fabulous in a half sized toga, especially with a silver sash. I would say gold for roman purposes but it wouldn't match his fur.... I sound like a daughter of Venus.

"Do I really have to wear clothes?!? I have perfectly good fur you know" this was the 9th time today Damian had complained about this and I was at the end of my nerves already.

"YES, YOU DO. NOW SHUT UP AND GET DRESSED OR SO HELP ME I WILL SHAVE YOUR FUR OFF AND FORCE YOU TO MYSELF!" Being a daughter of Bellona has its benefits, intimidation for one and of course the Odikinesis as well, helps when a wimpy legionnaire or lower wants to back out a spar or duel.

"OK sheesh don't have to shout, my ears are more sensitive than yours you know" dear gods, I hope he isn't a wimp...

[Percy's POV:]

I am not enjoying this. At all. She wants to make me wear clothes. I'm a wolf, it just ain't right.

"Soooo, I'm kind of lacking opposable thumbs. Ya know the things needed to grab stuff. So I could use some help here" Reyna simply rolled her eyes with a light chuckle before proceeding to wrap a white toga around my body, allowing it to lightly hang from my belly. She then placed a snug fitting silver coloured sash around my neck and across my right legs. It honestly didn't look all that bad, but no way was I admitting that.

"See? You look rather dashing for a wolf." Looking in the mirror, I was forced against my will and wolf instincts to agree with her. Especially that silver, it just felt right.

"I'm not sure.. It feels weird to have clothes on, but I can put up with this if I have to" like I said, NOT gonna admit it.

"Right It is time to head to the mess hall for dinner, I hear the pasta and sauce has been retoked.. You do eat human food right?" she asked me, more out of a curiosity rather than out of care.

"While I prefer raw meat and digest it easier, I can eat almost all human foods. Including pasta" I was not about to miss out on food. Food is life.

"Good, let's go then" once again she turned away from me and started walking without checking if I followed, which I was. We passed many stalls and even more training arenas, Romans were serious about their training. As we walked I recalled the representatives I had fought during my initiation, I didn't get the chance to ask the names of the fifth, fourth and third cohorts who had impressed me; the fifth and third cohorts representative being my favourite of the bunch. The fifth, while defeated fast, was only lacking the information the others had obtained from watching my fights and showed great instinctual skills and most importantly hard work shone from her very foundation, I was almost certain there was no "luck" or "birthed talent" responsible. Then there was the third cohort's representative, she had an elegance I had literally never seen before. The way she fought was as if she had married Ballet and dagger mastership. True the boy had done outstandingly well, but in my eyes he was more power driven than agile or accurate, something that almost never works out. Even so, he did play his strengths well.