My favorite Percabeth moment is in that scene in TLO when Annabeth took that poisoned knife for Percy. But it's not the moment when Annabeth takes the knife to protect Percy, it's the moment afterwards when Percy immediately cut a circle of space around her and yelled, "Get back! Nobody touches her!"

I'm probably alone in this feeling, but it's that protective instinct and power given by that instinct that makes me read werewolf novels.

There. I admitted my guilty pleasure. If you have the courage, comment yours!

I also have another confession to make: I am terrible with dates. I don't know when I started this, and I do a lot of editing, so Wattpad doesn't know, either. For that reason, I'm putting the dates I originally publish in now. Without further ado, this story was published July 26, 2016.