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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

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"It doesn't have to be your life." Lydia says firmly. She steps forward even as Allison steps back. "And who you are isn't defined by the touch of divinity inside you, whether it's demigod or magician or soul shard. If I believed I was defined by what people think of Aphrodite, I'd be a vain, manipulative, fickle person and that is definitely not something I want to be."

"Is this who you want to be?"

"I'm a hunter, not a Hunter of Artemis, but that's my family's line of work, what we've been doing for ages. 'Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.'" We hunt those who hunt us. She knows she doesn't need to translate this for Lydia.

"It's my duty to my family," Allison finishes firmly, with renewed sense of purpose, or a semblance of purpose. Camp, she keeps telling herself, is not her family. It does not make them disposable but - but -

How to finish that thought? No one here is disposable.

Even so, Allison looks over at Lydia apologetically and starts to climb down the side of the Big House.

Lydia goes to the edge, looking down at Allison as she makes her way down.

"You always struck me as someone who'd care more about protecting others." she says. "I'm sorry too, Allison." She steps back. If she can't convince Allison to re-think this, then there's someone she needs to go make sure is safe.