Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 21

Anna

She raced through the dark streets, the pack racing after her. Anna swung the bow off her shoulder, dipping into the quiver of silver arrows. She turns and with a precision that matched the hunters of Artemis, she fires one after the other at Lycaon's minions. The king of mutts had yet to show himself.

'Coward.' Anna thinks to herself. She slips the bow back over her shoulder and rededicated herself to sprinting toward the trap she and Thalia had set. The rest of the Hunt was waiting just up ahead. She pushed her body harder as the baying of the wolves grew closer.

Suddenly Anna hears gunshots. Glancing over her shoulder, she spots a familiar silhouette. Dean fucking Winchester, Anna internally groans. At least he had the brains to use silver. The youngest pack member yelps in pain and slows down. Anna waves Dean away.

"Get back!" She hollered at her friend. Dean looks at her startled.

"Anna? What the hell are you doing?" He roared back. Wolves start to peel away, going after new prey. Even if he isn't a demigod, he's friends with one. Anna yanked the bow over her shoulder and aims at the stragglers heading for Dean. She hits two of them, and he shoots the third.

"I have a plan. Just stay back!" She shouts and pelts around the corner. Tuning everything else out she sees the narrow alley they had set the ambush in. She rounds the corner, her feet skidding dangerously and turns around, just behind the safety of the hunter's bows. The first of the werewolves stream in and silver arrows fly from the bows. Anna draws Eleos, which can kill lycanthropes, with four monster killing metals making up its' blade. She slashed forward as the wolves begin to die. The wolves snarl, snapping and biting at the demigod, but the alley did its job, the wolves could only attack a few at a time and the number of fire escapes allowed the hunters to use their archery skills to their advantage. It was over in minutes. But the damned wolf king hadn't showed up.

Thalia leapt down lightly from the fire escape, her sliver lieutenant circlet glinting softly in the dim city lights.

"We'll hunt Lycaon now that we've arrived. You take care of the male mortal hunter scum." She said derisively. Anna sighed.

"Mortal hunters are an insult to the Lady. But that particular one could be an exception. Even if he likes a willing women a little too much." Anna smiled slightly. Thalia slugged her arm gently.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're getting soft." Anna laughed as she started walking out of the alley.

"Soft? Never. Attached? Maybe a little." And she was gone before Thalia could respond.