Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 23

Anna

Anna watched the scene below her sadly. The girl knew that she was a wolf, and that she needed to be stopped. It was a shame that she somehow retained her humanity but was unable to stop herself from killing. The brunette was lucky. At least, lucky for the terrible situation she'd been forced into. She hasn't made the full change into one of Lycaon's minions yet, so she is still considered a supernatural, rather than a mythological being. She'll go to the Underworld, and remain there. Anna made a mental note to send Nico a note about her. This kind of selflessness is deserving of Elysian.

Sam raised the gun in a shaky hand. Dean had already offered to do it for him but he'd refused. Anna respected her friend all the more for his choice. It wasn't hard to die for a friend, it was much much worse to be forced to put one down. He squeezed the trigger.

The gun fired.

Madison's body crumpled to the ground. Anna sighed, sheathing her sword.

Lycaon got away, along with a couple of his wolves. But Lady Artemis and the Hunt were after him. They'll kill him again soon enough. Quite a few of the hunters were out for blood considering that the last time any of them saw Lycaon it was while fighting Orion. Anna gritted her teeth thinking about the turncoat giant. The goddess had honored him, above all other men and he'd squandered that gift. He was why many of the huntresses continued to fear men even after they join the Hunt. He'd killed far too many of her friends.

Thalia had recruited well, filling the empty ranks, the holes left behind from both wars. But those empty slots had been veterans, huntresses from ancient times, powerful women who had witnessed history. Now it was filled with girls. Anna shook her head as she retreated back towards camp.

She was close. She had enough context now, that what few clues Terminus was able to pass onto her made more sense. Especially because these demons seem to be of the Christian belief system variety. Rome still stood when Christianity caught on. The Legion was a good place for research now that the cat was unofficially out of the bag. She sighed remembering the uproar when she walked back across the borders. Terminus was still angry with her, and he knew that the plan had been handed down from the Olympian Council.

Reyna, and Dakota and a few of her other friends in the Roman camp were also incredibly upset with her. She rubbed the bruises she'd earned from the less friendly pranks they'd played on her as 'punishment.' The Romans took punishments seriously. She was just glad she hadn't been sewn into a bag full of angry weasels then thrown into the Little Tiber. But the pranks were getting less funny. Apparently the Stoll brothers gave them some ideas. Which meant a few of the greeks also knew.

She checked her watch. Anna still had a half hour before the threatened search parties went out after her. But she was about forty five minutes away from camp entrance. She started running.