The Mythological Adventure for Answers

"Yo-you're a werewolf?" I looked at the thing in front of me. He looked normal, except that I knew it was more than just looks. This boy had long claws and sharp teeth; only werewolves could do that. "I won't hurt you." He called out, "You can trust me." I looked at him once again, "Who are you? What's your name?" He turned around, almost looking for someone, "Scott. Scott McCall. And you are?" Scott added, after a moment. "Annabeth Chase. And don't call me Annie, or you'll have this knife to your throat within seconds." Scott looked bewildered, "O-of course. Where are you from? You aren't from Beacon Hills, are you?" I sighed, "No, I'm not, I'm from Long Island, New York." He blinked, "Oh. You don't seem so surprised that I'm- well, that I'm not fully human." I smirked at him, "Who said that I was, too?" Scott looked visibly confused, "Sorry? What do you mean?" I smirked once again, Percy would be proud. "Why should I tell you?" With that I ran back into the trees, my quest had gone fine enough. Although I think I'd have to come back to Beacon Hills. It seemed interesting.

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