{EVANGELINE}

The definition of fear was that it was an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm. For example, some people have a fear of the dark, and Evangeline never understood those people.

She'd always sought out comfort in the darkness, it was a place of solace for her, it was her paradise. But she was starting to understand the people who were afraid of the dark. You had no idea what would lurk behind your shoulder, what was waiting for you, and whoever was waiting for Evangeline was not going to give her a chance to escape.

She'd put two and two together and figured that the dream she'd had when Rachel had grabbed her in the Hera Cabin had something to do with the corruption of her powers.

She watched the snow outside the shallow cave they were in. The cave didn't offer much protection but she'd been in much weirder places for shelter.

The brunette twirled her hand in a circular motion, she could feel the energy that was seeping out of her hand but when she tried to shoot it out, a sharp pain went through her forearm.

Evangeline winced, she took hold of her wrist with her right hand. The black veins ran across her skin like they were buried deep beneath the surface, they were like shackles.

She glanced back at the others when she heard a gasp. Piper had finally come back to normal.

Evangeline rubbed her wrist and reached down, the daughter of Hades grabbed the blanket on the log and handed it to her. "Here," she told Piper.

The daughter of Aphrodite took it from her with a shivering hand. "T-thanks," her teeth chattered.

"How was being turned into gold?" Lorelai questioned, she held her fluffy, fat, orange cat in her arms, he looked bored out of his mind.

"Not g-good." The McLean girl managed, she blinked as if trying to figure out where they were. "L-Leo?"

"Present and un-gold-ified," Leo said, he was also wrapped in blankets, the son of Hephaestus glanced over to Lorelai and then at the cat in her lap. "You catnapped him?"

"Yes," The daughter of Iris told him. "What about it?"

"Nothing," Leo said, "Just...uh, he looks a little—"

"Say fat, I dare you," Lorelai narrowed her eyes as she warned the boy.

"My bad," he apologized.

The daughter of Hades raised a brow. "I think he's the perfect size, chubby animals are the cutest."

"See? It's not that hard to not fat-shame a cat, Leo, and Jason." Lorelai shot him an annoyed look.

"I said I was sorry," Jason murmured as he sat down next to her.

"You—cat—what happened?" Piper asked.

"You got turned into gold, Piper, keep up." Evangeline told her.

"What?"

"I got the precious metal treatment too," The Valdez boy said. "But I came out of it faster. Dunno why. We had to dunk you in the river to get you back completely. Tried to dry you off, but...it's really, really cold."

"You've got hypothermia," The son of  Zeus informed. "We risked as much as nectar we could. Coach Hedge did a little nature magic—"

"Sports medicine." The coach's face loomed over them. "Kind of a hobby of mine. Your breath might smell like wild mushrooms and Gatorade for a few days, but it'll pass. You probably won't die, right Merlyn?"

"Probably," The daughter of Hades shrugged.

"You both are terrible at this," Lorelai mumbled under her breath but they heard it.

"Thanks," Piper said weakly. "How did you guys beat Midas?"

Jason told the daughter of Aphrodite the story, putting most of it down to luck.

The coach snorted. "Kid's being modest. You should've seen him. Hi-ya! Slice! Boom with lightning! Then Warner's hands started glowing!"

"What?" Piper's eyes widened as she looked toward the daughter of Iris.

"We were outside remember?" The daughter of Hades reminded him.

But the satyr was just starting. "Then I came in with my club, Evangeline with her sword, and we dominated that room. Afterward, I told them, 'Kids, I'm proud of you! If you could just work on your upper body strength—"

"Coach," said Jason.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up, please."

"Sure." The coach sat down at the fire and started chewing on his cudgel like Grover chewed on his tin cans.

The daughter of Hades clenched her jaw as a feeling of sadness passed over her, she had been so busy with finding Percy that she'd forgotten about how much she missed her friends.

"What did he mean your hands were glowing?" Piper asked the blonde.

Lorelai shifted in her seat. "Oh, it's no big deal," The daughter of Iris placed her hand out and opened her fist, and a rainbow-colored light started illuminating her hand.

The light reflected all around the cave giving it a kaleidoscope effect. It was slightly soothing.

"See," Leo said. "I told you guys she was a skittle."

Lorelai slightly turned her wrist, making the light flash straight into Leo's face making him yelp and hold up his hand to block out the light. "Cut that out!"

The daughter of Iris closed her fist, the light died down and the soothing effect it had given was also gone.

"That's so..." Piper started. "Amazing."

The blonde smiled and shifted. "Thanks, Pipes."

The son of Zeus placed a hand on the McLean girl's forehead, checking her temperature, she did look a bit sick. "Leo, can you stoke the fire?"

"On it." Leo summoned a baseball-sized clump of flames and lobbed it into the campfire.

"Do I look that bad?" Piper shivered.

"What?" Lorelai dragged the word, her voice filled with feigned surprise. "No, not at all. Right Evangeline?"

"She looks horrible,"

"Evangeline!"

"Thanks a lot," Piper mumbled. "Where are we?"

"Pikes Peak," The brunette informed. "Colorado."

"But that's, what—five—hundred miles from Omaha?"

"Something like that," Jason agreed. "I harnessed the storm spirits to bring us this far. They didn't like it—went a little faster than I wanted, and almost crashed us into the mountainside before I could get them back in the bag. I'm not going to be trying that again."

"You better not," Lorelai mumbled. "Garfield was so scared."

"Why are we here?" Piper asked.

Leo sniffed. "That's what I asked them."

The son of Zeus gazed into the storm as if he was a main character, he was a son of Zeus, being overly dramatic was in his blood. "That glittery wind trail we saw yesterday?"

"That only you saw," Evangeline corrected.

"Right," He said hastily. "It was still in the sky, though it had faded a lot. I followed it until I couldn't see it anymore. Then—honestly I'm not sure. I just felt like this was the right place to stop."

"Course it is." Coach Hedge spit out some cudgel splinters. "Aeolus's floating palace should be anchored above us, right at the peak. This is one of his favorite spots to dock."

"Maybe that was it," The blond boy knit his eyebrows. "I don't know. Something else, too..."

"The Hunters were heading west," Piper remembered. "Do you think they're around here?"

Jason rubbed his arm like the tattoos were bothering him. "I don't see how anyone could survive the mountain right now. The storm's pretty bad. It's already the evening before the solstice, but we didn't have much choice except to wait out the storm here. We had to give you some time to rest before we tried moving."

"It's the twentieth?" Piper asked.

"Yeah."

"Lorelai, we missed your birthday," Leo frowned.

"It's fine," The daughter of Iris waved her hand. "We're on a dangerous mission, we have other things to focus on, even I forgot my birthday."

"That doesn't make it okay," The daughter of Aphrodite scowled.

"It's okay," The blonde told them as she brushed her cat's fur out of his eyes. "At least I got a cute cat."

The wind howling outside the cave blew in, and the brunette shivered slightly. She clutched Percy's hoodie tighter to herself.

She took a deep breath, the smell of sea salt and cookies filling her senses. She'd grown used to having Percy by her side, Evangeline had realized not long after the war that she had a weakness, it was him.

She didn't like it, she didn't like having a weakness. Now that Percy was missing, it was the perfect time for it to be used against her.

Sure, she loved Landon, but he was more of Annabeth's concern if she was being honest.

Coach Hedge chewed on his club and spit splinters into the fire.

The son of Hephaestus broke out some cooking supplies and started frying burger patties on an iron skillet. "So, guys, long as you're all cuddled up for story time... something I've been meaning to tell you. On the way to Omaha, I had this dream. Kinda hard to understand with the static and the Wheel of Fortune breaking in—"

"Wheel of Fortune?" Lorelai glanced up from her cat.

He looked at her dead serious.

"The thing is," he said. "my dad Hephaestus talked to me."

The boy told them about his dream. In the firelight, with the wind howling, the story was even more comforting, to her at least.

"I don't understand," Piper spoke up. "If demigods and gods have to work together to kill the giants, why would the gods stay silent? If they need us—"

"Ha," said the satyr. "The gods hate needing humans. They like to be needed by humans, but not the other way around. Things will have to get a whole lot worse before Zeus admits he made a mistake closing Olympus."

"Coach," Piper said, "That was almost an intelligent comment."

Hedge huffed. "What? I'm intelligent! I'm not surprised you cupcakes haven't heard of the Giant War."

"I've heard of it," The brunette shot him a look.

"I figured that much," Coach Hedge said. "But the gods don't like to talk about it. It's bad PR to admit you needed mortals to help beat an enemy. That's just embarrassing."

"There's more, though," Jason spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows together.

"When I dreamed about Hera in her cage, she said Zeus was acting unusually paranoid. And Hera—she said she went to those ruins because a voice had been speaking in her head. What if someone's influencing the gods as Medea influenced us?"

"Like the voice you heard back at the warehouse," Leo pointed a spatula at the daughter of Hades.

Evangeline didn't like being reminded of that, she'd heard someone calling her name over and over again back at the warehouse when she was helping Leo repair Festus.

First, it was a strange voice, then it was Nico's, then Percy's, Annabeth's, Landon's, and her father's. It kept calling to her, but it kept getting more and more aggressive with each call when she didn't approach it.

"What voices?" Jason questioned.

"Some strange voices," The daughter of Hades explained. "No big deal, I've heard things like these before, it must've been some random spirits."

Leo shot her a weird look and she glared at him, warning him not to utter another word, he nodded subtly and dropped the topic. He set the hamburger buns on the skillet to toast.

"Hephaestus said something similar, like Zeus was acting weirder than usual," he told them. "But what bothered me was the stuff my dad didn't say. Like a couple of times, he was talking about the demigods, and how he had so many kids and all."

"What do you think he meant by that?" The daughter of Iris frowned.

"I don't know." Leo shrugged. "He acted like getting the greatest demigods together was going to be almost impossible—like Hera was trying, but it was a really stupid thing to do, and there was some secret Hephaestus wasn't supposed to tell me."

"Chiron was the same way back at camp," The son of Zeus spoke, "He mentioned a sacred oath not to discuss—something. Coach, you know anything about that?"

"Nah. I'm just a satyr. They don't tell us the juicy stuff. Especially an old—" He stopped himself.

"An old guy like you?" The McLean girl asked.

"But you're not that old, right?" Lorelai offered him a smile,

"I'm a hundred and six, Warner," the coach muttered.

Leo coughed. "Say what?"

"Don't catch your panties on fire, Valdez. That's just fifty-three in human years. Still, yeah, I made some enemies on the Council of Cloven Elders. I've been a protector for a long time. But they started saying I was getting unpredictable. Too violent. Can you imagine?"

"Yeah," the brunette said. "But the Cloven Elders are always judgy, I've seen the way they treated Grover."

"Yeah," Coach Hedge scowled. "Then finally when we get a good war going with the Titans, and do they put me on the front lines? No! They send me as far away as possible—the Canadian frontier, can you believe it? Then after the war, they put me out to pasture. The Wilderness School. Bah! Like I'm too old to be helpful just because I like playing offense. All those flower pickers on the Council—talking about nature."

"I thought satyrs like nature," The daughter of Aphrodite ventured.

"Shoot, I love nature," Hedge said. "Nature means big things killing and eating little things! And when you're a—you know—vertically challenged satyr like me, you get in good shape, you carry a big stick, and you take nothing from no one! That's nature!"

The smell of frying burgers filled the air. Evangeline had almost forgotten that she needed food to function.

Leo handed her a plate of food. "Thank you," she told him.

"You're welcome, I gotta make sure you don't die before we become best friends,"

"What?"

"Nothing."

They all ate in silence until Piper said. "We need to talk," She sat up. "I don't want to hide anything from you guys anymore."

Evangeline glanced at her, "What?"

"Three nights before the Grand Canyon," Piper said, "I had a dream vision—a giant, telling me my father had been taken hostage. He told me I had to cooperate, or my dad would be killed."

The flames crackled. A silence settled over the demigods as they processed the information.

Finally, Jason spoke up, "Enceladus? You mentioned that name before."

Coach Hedge whistled. "Big Giant. Breathes fire. Not somebody I'd want barbecuing my daddy goat."

Lorelai shot him a disappointed look. "Go on, Piper."

"I—I tried to reach my dad, but all I got was his personal assistant, and she told me not to worry."

"Jane?" Leo remembered. "Didn't Medea say something about controlling her?"

The daughter of Aphrodite nodded. "To get my dad back, I had to sabotage this quest. I didn't realize it would be the five of us. Then after we started this quest, Enceladus sent me another warning: He told me he wanted you four dead. He wanted me to lead you to a mountain. I don't know exactly which one, but it's in the Bay Area—I could see the Golden Gate Bridge from the summit. I have to be there by noon on the solstice, tomorrow. An exchange."

Evangeline blinked but she didn't really feel shocked to her core. Maybe that's what happens after years of lies and betrayals, you get used to it.

Lorelai put Garfield in Jason's lap and went over to the McLean girl. She sat down next to her and rested her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Piper."

Leo nodded in agreement. "No kidding. You've been carrying this around for a week? Piper, we could help you."

Piper glared at them for some reason. "Why don't you yell at me or something? I was ordered to kill you!"

"Oh, come on," Jason said. "You've saved us on this quest. I'd put my life in your hands any day."

"Same," Leo said. "Can I have a hug too?"

"You don't get it!" The daughter of Aphrodite said. "I've probably just killed my dad, telling you this."

Coach Hedge belched. He was eating his tofu burger folded inside the paper plate, chewing it all like a taco. "Giant hasn't gotten what he wants yet, so he still needs your dad for leverage. He'll wait until the deadline passes, and see if you show up. He wants you to divert the quest to this mountain right?"

Piper nodded uncertainly.

"So that means Hera is being kept somewhere else," Lorelai spoke up. "and she has to be saved the same day."

"You have to choose," the daughter of Hades said. "Rescue your father, or rescue Hera. If you go after Hera, then say bye to father dearest. Besides, Enceladus would never let you go even if you did cooperate. You're obviously one of the ten in the Great Prophecy, you'll be valuable."

"So we have no choice," The daughter of Aphrodite said miserably. "We have to save Hera or the giant king gets unleashed. That's our quest. The world depends on it. And Enceladus seems to have ways of watching me. He isn't stupid. He'll know if we change course and go the wrong way. He'll kill my dad."

"Oh well, that's rough sweetie," Evangeline told her.

"He's not going to kill your dad," The son of Hephaestus said. "We'll save him."

"We don't have time!" Piper cried. "Besides, it's a trap."

"We're your friends, beauty queen," Lorelai told her. "We'll figure out a plan and save your dad."

Coach Hedge grumbled. "Would help if we knew where this mountain was. Maybe Aeolus can tell you that. The Bay Area has a bad reputation for demigods. The old home of the Titans, Mount Othrys, sits over Mount Tam, where Atlas holds up the sky."

The brunette shuddered at the thought. "Please don't tell me that it's Mount Tam, last time I went there I lost a friend and almost got crushed by the sky."

Piper's eyebrows knit together. "I don't think so. This was inland."

Jason frowned at the fire like he was trying to remember something.

"Bad reputation...that doesn't seem right. The Bay Area..."

"You think you've been there before?" Lorelai asked.

"I..." He looked like he was almost on the edge of a breakthrough. Then the anguish came back into his eyes. "I don't know. Evangeline, what happened to Mount Othrys?"

The brunette arched a brow. "Well, our grandfather built a new palace there last summer. It was going to be his new headquarters for his new kingdom and all. But no battles happened there. Kronos marched on Manhattan and tried to take Olympus. He left some other Titans in charge of his palace, but after we defeated him in Manhattan, the whole place just crumbled on its own."

"No," Jason murmured.

Everyone looked at the son of Zeus.

"What do you mean, 'No'?" Leo asked.

"That's not what happened. I—" He tensed, looking toward the cave entrance. "Did you hear that?"

For a second, nothing. Then Evangeline heard howls piercing the night.

"Wolves," Piper said. "They sound close."

Jason rose and summoned his sword. Coach Hedge, Leo, and Lorelai got to their feet along with the brunette. Piper tried to get up but Lorelai stopped her.

"Piper, you're hurt," she frowned. "We got this."

More wolves edge into the firelight—black beastes bigger than Great Danes but smaller than Sam, with ice and snow caked on their fur.

Their fangs gleamed, and their glowing red eyes looked intelligent for some reason. The wolf in front was almost as tall as a horse, his mouth stained as if he'd just made a fresh kill.

The brunette removed her necklace and pressed the snake, the sword formed in her hand and she raised it.

Then the son of Zeus stepped forward and spoke in Latin.

She caught most of it but still, it was weird, the leader wolf curled his lip. The fur stood up along his spine. One of his lieutenants tried to advance, but the leader wolf snapped at his ear. Then all of the wolves back into the dark.

"Dude, I gotta study Latin," Leo's hammer shook in his hand. "What'd you say, Jason?"

Hedge cursed. "Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. Look."

The wolves were coming back, but the leader wolf wasn't with them. They didn't attack. They waited—at least a dozen now, in a rough semicircle just outside the firelight, blocking the cave exit.

The coach hefted his club. "Here's the plan. I'll kill them all, and you guys escape."

"No," Lorelai scowled. "We're not leaving you behind."

"Eh, I'll be fine."

"Coach Hedge!" She hissed.

Then the brunette caught sight of the silhouette of a man coming through the storm, wading through the pack of wolves.

"Stick together," Jason said. "They respect a pack. And Hedge, no crazy stuff. We're not leaving you or anyone behind."

"This isn't fucking twilight, John," The daughter of Hades grumbled.

"Oh, so you know what Twilight is but you have no clue who Harry Potter is?" Lorelai shot her a glance.

"Yeah, Annabeth told me about it after she lost a bet with Landon and went to watch it with him."

"Now is not the time to be talking about this!" Piper hissed.

The man who stepped into the firelight had greasy and ragged hair, that was the color of fireplace soot, topped with a crown of what looked like finger bones.

His robes were tattered fur—wolf, rabbit, raccoon, deer, and several others she didn't have time to identify. The furs didn't look cured, and from the smell, they weren't very fresh. His frame was lithe and muscular, like a distance runner. But the ugliest thing was his face.

His thin pale skin was pulled tight over his skull. His teeth were sharpened like fangs. His eyes glowed bright red like his wolves'—and they fixed on Jason with absolute hatred.

"Ecce," he said, "filli Romani."

"Speak English, wolfman!" Hedge bellowed.

"Yeah, not all of us can speak Latin," Lorelai unsheathed her dagger.

The man snarled. "Tell your faun and girl to mind their tongue, son of Rome. Or they'll be my first snack."

The brunette clenched her fist, her skin felt like it was on fire as she summoned energy to her hands behind her back.

The man studied the demigods and satyr. His nostrils twitched. "So it's true," he mused. "A child of Aphrodite. A son of Hephaestus. A daughter of Iris. The daughter of Hades. A faun. And a child of Rome, of Lord Jupiter, no less. All together, without killing each other. How interesting."

'Son of Jupiter?' Evangeline's eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't possible, was it?

"You were told about us?" Jason asked. "By whom?"

The man snarled—perhaps a laugh, perhaps a challenge. "Oh, we've been patrolling for you all across the west, demigod, hoping we'd be the first to find you. The giant king will reward me when he rises. I am Lycaon, king of wolves and my pack is hungry."

The wolves snarled in the darkness.

Lycaon glared at the Grace boy's sword. He moved to each side as if looking for an opening, but Jason's blade moved with him.

"Leave," he ordered. "There's no food for you here."

"Unless you want tofu burgers," Leo offered.

Lycaon bared his fangs. "If I had my way," he said with regret. "I'd kill you first, son of Jupiter. Your father made me what I am. I was the powerful mortal king of Arcadia, with fifty-five sons, and Zeus slew them all with his lightning bolts."

"Ha," Coach Hedge said. "For good reason!"

The son of Zeus—Jupiter, glanced over his shoulder. "Coach, you know this clown?"

"I do," Piper answered. "Lycaon invited Zeus to dinner," she said. "But the king wasn't sure if it was really Zeus. So to test his powers, Lycaon tried to feed him human flesh. Zeus got outraged—"

"And killed my sons!" Lycaon howled. The wolves behind him howled too.

"So Zeus turned you into a wolf," Lorelai said.

"They call werewolves lycanthropes, named after him, the first werewolf," Evangeline added.

"The king of wolves," Coach Hedge finished. "An immortal, smelly, vicious mutt,"

Lycaon growled. "I will tear you apart, faun!"

"Oh, you want some goat, buddy? 'Cause I'll give you goat."

"Stop it," Jason cut in. "Lycaon, you said you wanted to kill me first, but...?"

"Sadly, Child of Rome, you are spoken for. Since this one—" he waggled his claws at the daughter of Aphrodite. "has failed to deliver you, you are to be delivered alive to the Wolf House. One of my compatriots has asked for the honor of killing you and the child of Iris herself."

"Who?" The daughter of Iris asked, she looked and sounded nervous.

The wolf king snickered. "Oh, a great admirer of yours. Apparently, you made quite an impression on her. She will take care of you first, then the child of Rome, and really I cannot complain. Spilling your blood at the Wolf House should mark my new territory quite well. Lupa will think twice about challenging my pack."

Piper struggled to her feet. "You're going to leave now," she said, "before we destroy you."

Lycaon's red eyes crinkled with humor. "A brave try, girl. I admire that. Perhaps I'll make your end quick. Only the son of Jupiter and the daughter of Iris are needed alive. The rest of you, I'm afraid, are dinner."

"As if," Evangeline arched a brow. "You're not going to be able to kill anyone if I happen to 'accidentally' burn your skin off."

Jason slashed at him, but his golden sword passed straight through as if he wasn't there.

Lycaon laughed. "Gold, bronze, steel—none of these are any good against my wolves, son of Jupiter."

"What about Stygian Iron?" The daughter of Hades asked.

Lycaon faltered.

"Wait, Silver!" Lorelai announced. "But we don't have any," she scowled.

Wolves leaped into the firelight. Hedge charged forward with an elated "Woot!"

But the son of Hephaestus struck first. He threw his glass bottle and it shattered on the ground, splattering liquid all over the wolves. Evangeline caught the smell of gasoline. He shot a burst of fire at the puddle, and a wall of flames erupted.

Wolves yelped and retreated. Several caught on fire and had to run back into the snow. Even Lycaon looked uneasily at the barrier of flames now separating his wolves from the demigods.

"Aw, c'mon," Coach Hedge complained. "I can't hit them if they're way over there."

Every time a wolf came closer, Leo shot a new wave of fire from his hands, but each effort seemed to make him a little more tired, and the gasoline was already dying down. "I can't summon any more gas!" he warned. "Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind. Gonna take the tool belt a while to recharge. What you got, man?"

"Nothing," Jason said. "Not even a weapon that works."

"Lightning?" Lorelai asked.

He concentrated, but nothing happened. "I think the snowstorm is interfering, or something."

"Unleash the venti!" Piper said.

"Then what the fuck would we give Aeolus?" Evangeline asked in an obvious tone.

Lycaon laughed. "I can smell your fear. A few more minutes of life, heroes. Pray to whatever gods you wish. Zeus did not grant me mercy, and you will have none from me."

The flames began to sputter out. Jason cursed and dropped his sword. He crouched like he was ready to go hand-to-hand. Leo pulled his hammer out of his pack. Lorelai spun her dagger as Piper raised her dagger.

Coach Hedge hefted his club, he was the only one who looked excited.

Evangeline clenched her jaw, she was praying—no begging, for her powers to work. She snapped her fingers and tendrils began to form out of the ground and attacked the wolves.

They backed away and before she could attack again, she heard the sound of a ripping sound cut the wind—like a piece of cardboard. A long stick sprouted from the neck of the nearest wolf—the shaft of a silver arrow: the Hunters.

The wolf writhed and fell, melting into a puddle of a shadow. More arrows. More wolves fell. The pack broke into confusion. An arrow flashed toward Lycaon, but the man caught it in midair. Then he yelled in pain.

When he dropped the arrow, it left a charred, smoking gash across his palm. Another arrow caught him in the shoulder, and he staggered.

"Curse them!" He yelled. He growled at his pack, and the wolves turned and ran. Lycaon fixed his gaze on Jason with those glowing red eyes. "This isn't over, boy."

The man disappeared into the night.

Seconds later, Evangeline saw a smaller white wolf burst into the cave followed by two more.

"Kill it?" Hedge asked.

"No," The brunette stepped forward.

The wolves tilted their heads and studied the group with huge golden eyes. A heartbeat later, their masters appeared: a group of hunters in white-and-gray winter camouflage, at least half a dozen. All of them carried their bows and quivers of glowing silver arrows on their backs.

Their faces were covered with parka hoods but Evangeline knew which one of them was which. The extension cord crouched in the firelight and snatched up the arrow that had wounded Lycaon's hand.

"So close." She turned to the other Hunters. "Pheobe, stay with me. Watch the entrance. The rest of you, follow Lycaon. We can't lose him now. I'll catch up with you."

The others mumbled agreement and disappeared, heading after the pack.

The daughter of Zeus turned to the brunette. "We've been following that demon's trail for over a week, only to find another demon."

Evangeline couldn't help but smirk at the insult. "You know you missed me, spark plug."

The former tree grumbled and pulled down her hood. Her spiky black hair had a silver tiara across her brow. Her face had a super-healthy glow to it. "Is everyone all right? No one got bit?"

"No, they're all fine," The daughter of Hades informed.

Thalia nodded and took a look at the others, her gaze lingering on Jason who was staring at her.

She leaned closer to the brunette. "Do I know him?" she asked.

"Oh, him?" Evangeline pointed at the blond. "You're really close with him."

"Thalia." Jason stepped forward, his voice trembling. "I'm Jason, your brother."

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A/N: Nothing much to say here.

I haven't written in Evangeline's POV for so long so if she seems a bit out of character, my bad, I forgot how to write.

Lannabeth crumbs for you guys cause why not? 🤷🏻‍♀️