[ON HOLD] The Rule of the Wolves

2 ~ 'Isn't it obvious?'

Percy Jackson (Preston Cardinale) -- 

( A/N - I shall keep him shady, so that you may imagine him however you like. )

Percy's POV...

Our SUV weaved through the busy streets of Anchorage, Alaska. I scrolled my fingers across my phone's screen, hoping to pick out something interesting on YouTube.

There was a screech and a shake, and I knew we had hit the pavement railing, but the car went on nevertheless. This was exactly why I did not trust Arlen's driving skills. He's recklessly impatient, even though he knew we will reach the airport way before our flight does. I don't even know how he got his license. I'm worried for the car, not the people inside. We'll survive... most probably.

'You sure we'll be okay?' Valley asked. Even after a century her British accent was prominent. She was from Queen Elizabeth II's time and had a major difficulty adapting to the evolution of civilization. But in my opinion, she knows some pretty rude words for a person from her time.

'If you ask that one more time–' Chrysthine began.

'We'll kill her cat!' Calvin said enthusiastically.

'No!' Arlen, Chrysthine and Valley said sharply at once. Marcus stirred in his sleep beside me.

'She's been repeating that question for like – a thousand times,' he stated, 'she deserves punishment.'

'Actually, its nineteen – not a thousand,' I corrected. My memory has improved drastically after my transformation, so there was a little chance for me to be wrong.

'Feels like a thousand,' Calvin grumbled.

'You only want an excuse to kill that cat,' Isolde said exasperatedly. I was glad she was going with us. Not only because she was the only one in the car who was younger than me, but also because she baked nice cookies. Not blue, of course, but I learned to live without those.

'Does anybody care that that cat tries to kill me every time it sees me!?'

Valley stroked the sleeping cat curled up on her lap.

I closed YouTube and switched to Instagram instead.

Marcus blinked groggily before falling back asleep.

'Nobody?' Carlos asked. 'Nobody cares for me anymore,' he decided miserably. He rested his chin on his elbow and grumpily stared out of the window.

***

Arlen parked the car in the parking lot outside Anchorage International Airport while Isolde went to get a trolley for our bags and Valley went to check her cat in. There were three suitcases; one for us boys and two for each of the girls, even though I remember Arlen telling them to try packing their stuff in just one. Like us.