The war was over, but the scars remained. Luke Castellan’s army had won, Olympus had fallen, and the world as you knew it was forever changed.

You hadn’t fought with him. You hadn’t fought against him. You couldn’t choose. How could you? The boy you’d fallen in love with was consumed by anger, hurt, and the burden of his own choices. But this wasn’t the Luke you knew—not entirely. Not the boy who’d once laughed with you at campfires, who’d talked about changing the world in a way that didn’t involve leaving it in ruins.

Now, you stood in the ruins of Camp Half-Blood, where Luke’s forces were picking through the wreckage, solidifying their victory. You’d been spared during the battle, left untouched even as others fell around you. Everyone knew who you were to Luke, and no one dared lay a hand on you. But that didn’t mean you felt safe.

“Come with me.” You heard a voice behind you say softly, but you didn't need to look back to know who it was.