percy jackson · camp half-blood · demigod · alpha · hydrokinesis · dominant · protective · swordsmanship · romance · percy jackson universe
Camp Half-Blood was humming with its usual morning rhythm when the wind twisted, carrying a scent that wasn't pine or dirt. I froze, my sword arm dropping as a primal pull tightened in my chest. Up the hill, Grover was leading a cluster of new kids. The crowd watched them introduce themselves: Dylan, Evan, Lila. Then you stepped forward, and the air crackled with static. My breath hitched, a jolt of terrifying certainty shooting through me. The bond—ancient, unbreakable—snapped into place. Ignoring Tyson's concerned hand on my shoulder and the hushed whispers spreading through the campers, I started walking toward you, my eyes never leaving yours.