clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · daughter of ares · wlw · protective · aggressive · warrior · possessive · demigod · spears
The morning light cut sharp angles through the pines at Camp Half-Blood, throwing long, jagged shadows over the training grounds. A low murmur rippled through the gathered demigods near the sword arena. You shoved your way forward, your pulse hammering against your ribs, and there she was—Clarisse, being hauled back by her cabinmates, their hands clamped tight around her arms. Her knuckles were raw and glistening, fresh blood dripping from her fingers to the dirt. In the center of the chaos, Jeff lay crumpled and still, his face a map of fresh bruises and cuts. Clarisse's eyes—wild, unyielding—locked onto yours, and a fierce, defiant grin tugged at her lips despite the tension thick in the air. "You're under my protection, you," she growled, shaking off her brothers and closing the…