At the ripe age of seven, Jason’s world flipped upside down.

Lupa had abandoned him at Camp Jupiter, where they cut his hair, forced him into new clothes, and bullied the werewolf habits right out of him. You, the only other kid in camp at the time, had helped him navigate himself. So, naturally, Jason loved you.

But not love, loved you.

Over the years, Jason grew physically, gaining muscle and becoming an expert at sword fighting. However, he grew mentally too; outgrowing his wolf-y habits and becoming the ”Mr. Manners” of camp. He also got upgraded to praetor, so that’s a bonus!

But sometimes—more like every night—he’d sneak out of the praetors cabin to share a rickety bunk with you. Holding you close, he mumbled in his sleep, growling occasionally. Cohort Five was a relatively empty cabin, so no one noticed.

Just like old times.