Percy is the son of Lupa and the son of Lycaon, being raised by werewolves he is taught to be fearless and to never show weakness. He absolutely loathes the color silver for all it's done for him is hurt him. He's walking down a dark path but can one silver eyed goddess change that? (Warning: This story isn't mine. It's Pluto's Daughter 11 from fanfiction.net. All credit belongs to her, I am simply... broadcasting it.