Third Person POV
Percy ran fast as he could and pushed Annabeth away from the rogues. Katie came running to help Annabeth out of the rope. There was a huge bruise on Katie's cheek from the rogues clawing at her.
Percy bared his fangs at the rogues who bared theirs in reply. The rogues circled around him and blocked any open spaces for him to escape. They snarled spitting venom and hunger took over them. Their eyes turned red and their claws grew longer. Their body shape changed into something vicious and hungry. The rogues' teeth were longer and sharper with venom dripping into the earth and burning the bright green grass into nothing but black dust. These weren't werewolves. These are vicious, cruel, down to world killers, and loyalty to the Hell. These are venolingers. A type of demon with poisonous venom that will kill you the moment you come contact to it.
Percy's eyes couldn't move away from it. It called to him. He couldn't the resist the urge to reach out and touch it with his paw which is what he actually did. Pain shot threw him. It called to him as if it were his best friend. Percy couldn't resist it. Pain is pain and he can't do anything about it. He howled in agony. He felt as is fire was in his veins rather than blood. It'll burn him into ashes. His vision went dull. He saw two rather than one. His legs gave up as he fell down. He whimpered as the heat reached his beating heart. He was dying... He will never see his Luna again. This was it...

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