𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 ( leo valdez. )

xx. Y/N ISN'T MUCH OF A DOG PERSON

The wolfman bared his teeth at her, his amusement suddenly dissipating.

"You were told about us?" Jason questioned, "By who?"

The man snarled — perhaps a laugh, perhaps a challenge. "Oh, we've been patrolling you all across the west, demigod, hoping we'd be the first to find you. The giant king will reward me well when he rises. I am Lycaon, king of the wolves. And my pack is hungry."

The wolves snarled through the darkness.

Y/n saw Leo from her peripheral, putting his hammer away and pulling out a small bottle of clear liquid. Y/n assumed it must be something flammable.

Lycaon glared at Jason's sword, moving side to side to look for an opening, but Jason guarded himself.

"Leave," Jason ordered. "There's no food for you here."

"Unless you want tofu burgers," Leo offered.

Leo's jest made Lycaon snarl once more; he apparently didn't have much of a sense of humor. "If I had my way," Lycaon said with regret, "I'd kill you first, son of Jupiter. Your father made me what I am. I was the powerful mortal king of Arcadia, with fifty fine sons, and Zeus slew them all with his lightning bolts."

"Ha," Coach Hedge said. "For good reason!"

"Coach, you know this clown?" Jason asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"I do," Piper answered. "Lycaon invited Zeus to dinner," she answered. "But the king wasn't sure it was really Zeus. So to test his powers, Lycaon tried to feed him human flesh. Zeus got outraged — "

"And killed my sons!" Lycaon howled causing the wolves behind him to howl too.

"So Zeus turned him into a wolf," Piper continued, "They call... they call werewolves lycanthropes, named after him, the first werewolf."

"The king of wolves," Coach Hedge finished. "An immortal, smelly, vicious mutt."

Lycaon growled, "I will tear you apart, faun!"

"Oh, you want some goat, buddy? 'Cause I'll give you goat."

"Stop it," Jason demanded, "Lycaon, you said you wanted to kill me first, but...?"

"Sadly, Child of Rome, you are spoken for. Since this one," — he waggled his claws at Piper — "has failed to kill you, you are to be delivered alive to the Wolf House. One of my compatriots has asked for the honor of killing you herself."

"Who?" Jason inquired.

The wolf king snickered. "Oh, a great admirer of yours. Apparently, you made quite an impression on her. She will take care of you soon enough, and really I cannot complain. Spilling your blood at the Wolf House should mark my new territory quite well. Lupa will think twice about challenging my pack."

Piper struggled to her feet. "You're going to leave now," Piper tried to charm him, "before we destroy you."

She was shivering in her blankets, pale and sweaty and barely able to hold a knife.

Lycaon's red eyes crinkled with humor. "A brave try, girl. I admire that. Perhaps I'll make your end quick. Only your Roman companions are needed alive. The rest of you, I'm afraid, are dinner."

Jason took a step forward. "You're not killing anyone, wolfman. Not without going through me."

Lycaon extended his claws and howled. Jason tried to slash him with his sword, but it passed straight through him as if the wolfman wasn't there.

Lycaon laughed. "Gold, bronze, steel — none of these are any good against my wolves, son of Jupiter."

"Silver!" Piper cried. "Aren't werewolves hurt by silver?"