Percy gets bitten by a werewolf, and has to follow a lot of new rules, something he has never been very good at. New marks. Flashing eyes. Amazing power. What will happen when he has to be separated from everything he loves at camp and sprung into a whole new world of man-haters and strange wolves? Please politely point out any errors, grammatical or otherwise, so that I can fix them. Please and thank you. Also, if you hate Percabeth please refrain from cussing my story and I out and do not read. This story will become Percabeth. No one is forcing you into anything.