~ * Extras ~ *


There was a man on the bench outside the first story window of the University of Crete's eleven o'clock Biology 102 lab. He shuffled in around the same time Hazel Levesque had settled down for class. The odd stranger in his Jurassic Park t-shirt and fishing hat, of all things, caught her attention, distracting her from the early setup of her lab. He first appeared to be looking for someone, craning his neck and pivoting ridiculously on his heel. The twisting stopped when he, undoubtedly attracted by her stare, turned and met her gaze. His startling green eyes met hers and the stranger's face split into a lopsided, uneven grin. He tipped the coffee cup in his hand at her and promptly plopped down on the bench.

He hadn't moved since.

The strange encounter surprised Hazel. The man seemed to know her but it didn't matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn't place him. He was too old to be in one of her undergraduate classes. She was a freshman and he looked at least to be in his mid-to-late-twenties. Was he a teacher's assistant in one of her classes? No, she'd remember an American TA (and by his dress he couldn't be anything but). The man didn't move for the entirety of her two-hour lab, sipping on his coffee and thumbing idly through his phone. Hazel grew distracted, paying more attention to her unwanted guest than her lab. Who was he? What did he want?

Hazel reached into her backpack, pulling the pepper spray her boyfriend, Frank, bought her and holding it one hand before reaching back down and grabbing the pocket knife she bought herself and holding it in the other. She thought about sending a text to Frank, but dismissed it. He would be upset for weeks if she told him a strange American man was stalking her. Best keep it to herself. She could handle it and Frank would sleep better at night. Two minutes before class ended, Hazel had made up her mind: she would confront her stalker.

Resolved, Hazel forcefully packed up her things when lab was dismissed a short while later. Head held high, one hand closed around the pepper spray and the other the knife, she stalked out to confront the man. When she emerged from the lab building, the man had stood, craning his neck again and she just knew he was looking for her. He gave the same lopsided grin when he spotted her in the crowd. Hazel narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she made a beeline right for him.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" she demanded angrily, getting right in the stranger's face.

He didn't seem fazed, thrusting out a hand for her to shake. "Hazel Levesque? My name is Percy Jackson. I'm your cousin. Can I buy you a coffee?"


"Perseus Jackson, you can't just email me and declare you have an intern."

Honestly, it was a wonder Annabeth hadn't fed her boyfriend to his raptors yet. She held a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun, glaring up at the newly constructed raptor observation deck. It was the second most expensive structure the park had to boast, surpassed only by the mosasaurus's exhibit. Zeus personally donated the money for its construction after the Kronos incident. Beckendorf worked with the best engineers in the world using the strongest material known to man to create the new observation deck that towered in the sky now, running along the edge of the paddock instead of over it to avoid a similar tragedy. Annabeth thought it was Zeus's way of buying back Thalia's love but she wasn't going to complain. It kept Percy safe and really that was all that mattered. It helped Annabeth and the other Olympian cousins sleep better at night, safe in the knowledge that their favorite idiot wasn't going to become raptor food a la Kronos. Because if anyone was going to kill her boyfriend, it was going to be Annabeth herself not some overgrown lizard.

But back to the irksome point, standing atop the new raptor observation deck stood three familiar figures and one unfamiliar one. Grover avoided her eyes, staring down at the trees. Ethan kept making marks on his clipboard, sighing heavily, which Annabeth felt in her soul. The idiot himself stood with one foot popped up on the observation deck fence, grinning down at her like the lunatic he was. The fourth figure stood at his side, a notebook in her arms.

"That's Annabeth?" Hazel Levesque asked, leaning over the side of the observation deck to gaze curiously at her. She was a pretty girl, only about eighteen or so, and her eyes seemed wise beyond those meager years.

"Yep," Percy popped the 'p', beaming, ever the lunatic. "Our beautiful, lovely, astoundingly intelligent park manager."

His flattery didn't amuse the beautiful, lovely, astoundingly intelligent park manager, not even when he finished by blowing her a kiss.

Annabeth's nostrils flared and he could probably physically feel her displeasure. Despite being a grown-ass man, he full-on pouted instead of responding reasonably to her ire. "Katie gets an intern, why can't I?"

"Because Katie coordinated it with upper management!" Annabeth exclaimed, stomping her way up the observation stairs. "There are procedures that need to be followed, paperwork to be filled out, arrangements with the school properly sorted, finances to be considered."

Hazel suddenly frowned, eyeing Percy out of the corner of her eye. "You said this would be paid. I am getting paid right?"

Annabeth glared at Percy, who exclaimed, "Of course!"

"Perseus!"

"She's family—look, I'll pay you myself if it comes to it," Percy promised as if Annabeth was the bad guy here. Annabeth pinched her nose.

"That's the problem, Perseus. She's family. You can't give her preferential treatment."

"She's perfectly qualified," Percy defended at once, recoiling. He wound an arm around his cousin's shoulder, drawing her protectively close. "She's going to be a zoologist, top of her class, three-point-nine GPA. Three-point-nine! She even sent me her resume. You should look at it, very impressive. I only knew like half the words."

She wondered if he realized that wasn't a glowing endorsement. "Did you consider anyone else?" Annabeth asked through clenched teeth, already knowing the answer.

Percy blinked stupidly.

"Then it's preferential treatment, impressive credentials or not, dammit Percy. Do you have any idea how much legal trouble that could get us into?"

"Oh calm down, Blondie."

They all whirled to see Thalia climbing the observation stairs, sunglasses perched on her nose and what looked like a canned margarita in hand.

"Hazel's here, might as well let her learn," the eldest Olympian said in her trademark bored voice.

God, these people would be the death of her. How would they even alive? Annabeth pointed to the alcohol, exasperated beyond words. "No drinking around the exhibits."

Thalia ignored her, taking a long drink.

"I'm serious Thalia, it's a hazard. Inebriation and dinosaurs don't mix," Annabeth said irritably. "It's irresponsible and reckless. What if someone catches you? It'll reflect especially poorly on us after the Kronos incident."

Thalia rolled her eyes but the corners of her eyes that were visible around the sunglasses crinkled in what Annabeth hoped was guilt. She lowered the can. As she glared at her best friend, Annabeth noticed a lurking figure by Percy's trailer.

"Is that Nico?" she asked, momentarily distracted by the disaster that was the Olympian family.

"Hm? Oh yes, he's sulking," Thalia said with measured carelessness.

"Doesn't he always?"

"Hm." Thalia raised the can to take a drink, then remembered herself and lowered it again. "He was mad at Percy—"

Annabeth whirled on her boyfriend, demanding harshly, "What did you do?"

"I didn't—!"

"—and then Hazel got mad at him," Thalia spoke over them in the same bored voice. "So now he's sulking."

"Hazel?"

"Bianca," Thalia said simply and a chill ran over the entire observation deck.

Grover bowed his head and Ethan even stopped writing, his pen frozen on the page, as Percy and Thalia stared at each other. After a moment, Percy turned his eyes away, looking down into the paddock. The only one who seemed unaffected was Hazel, who stood tall and proud. Annabeth didn't know if she knew the story that Annabeth herself only knew bits and pieces of. The death of the oldest di Angelo was something that no one talked about and Annabeth knew better than to push. Especially now, after the reveal of Kronos's sinister plot.

"He said it was too dangerous for me," Hazel snorted, throwing her head back. "And I told him to shove off. I don't need to be taken care of."

Annabeth decided she liked the girl and afforded her a small smile. Percy kept his gaze fixed on the paddock below. It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so pitiful, an echo of an even more pitiful Olympian across the yard. Annabeth stepped forward and wound her arms around her boyfriend. He leaned down, laying his head on top of hers. She gave him a squeeze.

"He'll come around," Percy said but he didn't sound so sure. Annabeth kissed his cheek.

"He'll come around," Thalia agreed, and she sounded sure. "I've set Jason on him."

Percy snorted and Annabeth almost pitied Nico.

"So Hazel can stay right?" Percy asked, pulling away to give Annabeth his best puppy dog face. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Oh, alright, Hazel can be your intern. I'll have the paperwork sorted."

Percy gave a whoop of joy, lifting Annabeth off the ground and spinning her around and around and around. Annabeth couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped, even as she slapped Percy's shoulder.

"Stop that, put me down you heathen!"

Percy laughed, a deep beautiful sound, spinning her a few more times before setting her gently down. He smiled down at her, the corners of his mouth uneven and roguish. His eyes were sparkling and gentle as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her, ever so sweetly.

He had his moments, Annabeth thought fondly, returning his kiss.

"Ridiculous man," she accused, gently tapping the center of his forehead as she gave him another kiss.

"And I'll set it up so you get paid," Annabeth told Hazel kindly, pulling away from Percy. "He's too poor to pay you anyway."

"Hey! Zeus gave me a raise—"

"Ignore him and listen to Ethan," Annabeth advised as Hazel fought back a grin. Down the deck, Ethan inclined his head.

"Alright, I have to head back and fix this mess. I just wanted to yell at you."

"Consider me reprimanded," Percy said solemnly, his eyes twinkling, kissing her again.

"Gross," Thalia gagged but they ignored her.

"Ass," Annabeth said with a smile. "Alright, I'll draw up the paperwork."

"Oh, and Percy?" she called as she started down the stairs. Percy leaned over the railing, grinning down at her, one eyebrow raised. "I'll add you to the list of park internship programs for next year."

"Sweet, alright—wait next year?"

"Yes, next year," Annabeth said sweetly. "You'll have to pick a candidate from a list of applicants."

"Next year?!"

"Of course, you didn't think you'd just have an intern this year and not next did you? No, if you want an intern, you'll have one every summer and to avoid any accusations of preferential treatment, we'll have to be extra careful next semester and really push the program. I expect we'll get thousands of applicants. And as head raptor trainer, you'll have to look at every. Single. One."

The look of horror on Percy's face was worth all the paperwork he caused her.


"We need to expand the hospital."

Annabeth looked up from her tablet to see Thalia collapse into one of her office chairs, legs kicked over the side of the chair with her patented bored expression.

"The hospital?" Annabeth repeated.

"Yes. Currently, we only have two doctors and they deal exclusively with trauma," Thalia launched into an obviously pre-prepared speech, digging dirt out from one of her nails as she talked. "When employees need a regular checkup or doctor's appointment, they have to arrange a flight back to the continent, often having to spend the night off the island before returning after a simple doctor's appointment. It's time-consuming and costly. They have to take an entire day sometimes two when it should only take a few hours, and for something as important as a doctor's appointment. Employees get discounts on flights but it's still a cost, especially if an overnight stay is required. Not only does it cost our employees time but their wellbeing.

People schedule their appointments around the busy season. Katie worked for three weeks with phenomena last summer because she didn't feel like she could shut down the petting zoo during peak season in order to get checked out. Who are we to put profit before the well-being of our people? We have a responsibility as moral people in positions of authority to protect our employees and put their wellbeing first."

The passionate speech was delivered in monotone, articulated at the end only by the slightest movement as Thalia finally looked up from her nails, one eyebrow raised.

Annabeth nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. Oversee the project, talk to accounting about the financing. Outsourcing is probably the best course of action but I'll leave the decision up to you."

Thalia didn't look surprised at the ease of Annabeth's approval, nor should she. Thalia rarely came to Annabeth with a request and they both knew that any request she did make wasn't really a request at all—Thalia's 'requests' were assertions of what Thalia was going to do and these little tête-à-têtes were more or less the daughter of Zeus's way of warning Annabeth of her intentions. It wasn't like any of Thalia's so-called requests would even cross Annabeth's mind to deny anyway. Thalia didn't have bad ideas. With an almost bored nod, Thalia rose and left to commence her project.

It wasn't until several years later when one Will Solace interned at the newly expanded hospital slash doctor's office, then earned a full-time permanent position, that Annabeth realized the primary reason behind Thalia's request. Sometimes, Annabeth thought, Thalia surpassed even her father in cunning skill. A terrifying woman, truly, sipping on black coffee as she pushed them around like chess pieces, grandmaster of the blissfully unaware.


"His name is Leo Valdez," Reyna explained and Annabeth stared into the holding cell inside the security building.

It boasted only two cells and was usually solely inhabited by drunkards or the occasional idiot that tried to climb a fence, if they didn't end up in the hospital. The current inhabitant fell into the latter category, although he not only avoided the medical mishaps of his predecessors but succeeded where none others had: he broke into a paddock.

"He somehow managed to bypass three high-level security gates, temporarily disabled the electric fence, reprogrammed a gyrosphere and took it for a midnight joyride. Travis called me when he saw it on a camera. Couldn't catch him until the battery died." Reyna delivered her report tonelessly, lips thin as she gazed impassively at the midnight interloper.

Annabeth wanted to turn around and go back to bed, rubbing her temples. The grinning young man inside the cell had a Band-Aid across his cheek with little Iron Mans on it, a pair of goggles propped atop his unruly hair.

"What do you suggest I do?" Annabeth sighed, trusting her sanity in Reyna's steady hands.

Reyna closed the manila folder on Leo Valdez, a complete compilation of the life and exploits of their midnight encroacher that was expertly composed in the time it took Travis to wake Annabeth and the disgruntled woman to drive over. Reyna handed the folder over. As Annabeth's fingers closed around the folder, Reyna, as expressionless as ever, replied:

"Hire him."


Percy sat cross-legged next to the paddock, plucking at the grass.

"I see you," he murmured and Ceres detached herself from the forest like a shadow.

Her head tilted to the side, jaw grinding and clawed hands twitching. She gave a deep thrill, her every movement fluid. Her eyes flickered, watching intently as a lone bird flew overhead, then to the observation platform where Ethan instructed Hazel on some scientific mumbo-jumbo over the clipboard, to where Grover was trying to coax Nico into trying a vegan wrap by the trailer, before finally returning to Percy. There was a long jagged stretch of scar over her eye, a lasting memoir courtesy of her sister from that horrible day when Kronos walked into their lives. Ceres cooed, then her legs folded in and she settled down across from Percy, who smiled lovingly at the beautiful raptor. He cooed back and she blinked at him, basically the raptor equivalent of a hug. She stretched her head towards the sun, eyes closing as she basked in the sun.

Percy copied his favorite girl, leaning back, letting his fingers splay in the soft grass as the sun warmed his face. He didn't move as he heard the trees rustle and he didn't need eyes to know that the others joined them.

"Good girls," Percy murmured with a smile. Ceres gave an irritated bark. Percy opened an eye to smile at them. Ceres's features were ruffled. The other three approached with bowed heads. Percy couldn't help his eyes from flickering down to Juno's scarred throat, the skin puckered from Ceres's teeth. His heart couldn't help giving a sad ping, even as an Annabeth-like voice scolded him, reminding him that 'she would have killed you, idiot.'

"Alpha still loves you," Percy promised as Juno meet his eyes.

Ceres growled and Juno's head obediently bowed in reverence to the new alpha.

"Alpha loves you best," Percy scolded as Ceres cowed the poor betas. "There's no need to be so jealous."

Minerva sat across from Ceres and Diana plopped down next to her, leaning against her sister. Juno settled to Ceres's right. Ceres gurgled, calming down as Percy cooed at her. He reached out towards the fence, his fingers hovering just before the buzzing fence. Ceres leaned forward so her nose was just as close to the fence as his hand was, as though she were thinking about the time when her alpha used to be inside the fence, offering reckless petting.

"Good girl," Percy muttered, smiling loopily.

He let his eyes close again, letting himself doze in the warm sun. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard tires on gravel. He reluctantly roused himself from his half doze to watch two figures climb out of a silver car. Thalia didn't even spare a glance his way, sunglasses reflecting the bright sun as she made a beeline for Nico, who seemed to have taken up permanent residence lurking around Percy's trailer. The second figure, her honey curls outshining even the sun, came towards Percy.

"Hey," Percy greeted his girlfriend with a crooked grin.

Annabeth shook her head, leaning down and he obligingly lifted his head for a kiss.

"Sit," Percy cajoled, holding his arms out in invitation.

Annabeth rolled her eyes but she was smiling as she dropped down into his lap. Percy wound his arms around her middle as she settled against him, head tucked under his chin. Juno's lips curled back at Annabeth's appearance, but Ceres didn't move, rumbling a lazy warning to Juno.

"She likes you," Percy said happily, kissing the crown of Annabeth's head.

He could practically hear her roll her eyes.

"At least one of them does." Her hands settled on his knees, idly drawing circles. "Poseidon called?"

"Gah, is Grover still telling on me?" Percy whined. Annabeth pinched the underside of his knee, which drew a yelp from the raptor trainer. "Ouch, rude."

"People care about you, you idiot."

"Yeah, feeling the love," Percy grumbled, shaking his leg.

"Baby."

Silence.

"Yeah, he called."

"Third time in as many weeks."

"Yeah . . . he's trying. More than he ever did before," Percy said slowly.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Annabeth asked softly, back to drawing circles.

Percy hummed instead of replying. Thalia shouted from across the yard but they both ignored her.

"Oh, I think she's calling to Hazel," Percy said after a moment, squinting against the sun as Hazel leaned over the railing.

Percy smiled as his youngest cousin made some wild hand gestures, resisting whatever Thalia was abusing her about. Probably trying to get her to call it a day.

"She's settling in well."

"Yeah, she is," Percy agreed happily, watching Nico cross his arms, caught between wanting Thalia to leave him alone and wanting to come to Hazel's aid.

"Jason is flying down this weekend with his girlfriend."

"Oh?"

"Piper is her name. She's nice. I like her. Oh," Percy snorted, "and get this. She's Silena's baby sister."

"No way!" Annabeth tried to twist around to look at Percy but Percy held her fast, nuzzling into her hair.

"How does Silena feel about this?"

"I don't know, honestly, bit afraid to ask. Can you imagine? Thalia in full Thalia mode and Silena in full Silena mode? I don't know if anyone'd come out of that alive. Thank God Jason's a good guy or this'd turn uglier than rampaging dinosaurs."

"That'll be nice to have them all here," Annabeth observed, her voice neutral as she let his insensitive analogy slide in favor of holding an actual, adult conversation about emotions and crap.

Percy just hummed, watching his cousins argue across the paddock. He turned to look at his second family, the pack of raptors sunbathing in the late afternoon sun. Ceres's eyes were closed but, as if sensing his gaze, she gave a little chirp.

"I heard that the lawyers are demanding we don't make any more raptors."

"It's a concession we might have to make," Annabeth confirmed softly, gently squeezing his knee.

"I mean, we don't really know how they'd react to new pack members anyway . . ."

"But you'd like to try anyway," Annabeth finished for him.

"It's nice to have a family," Percy agreed softly.

He watched as Diane bent her head, cleaning out Minerva's feathers. Juno grumbled, settling her jaw down in the dirt, giving them all a spectacular view of her scars.

"How long do they live?"

"We don't know, but Ethan estimated twenty-five years." Annabeth turned, her hair tickling his nose. "So you don't have to worry about them leaving you anytime soon."

"Yeah but now I'm worrying about twenty-five years from now— twenty-five, seriously that long?"

"According to Ethan, but when has he ever been wrong?"

"Not often, the smug—"

"Any insult is a bit pointless coming from the guy who begged not to have him kicked off the island."

"I didn't beg—"

"The girls will have a long, exciting life with their Alpha," Annabeth interrupted, reaching up to cup his chin.

He wasn't sure if it was too grab his attention or end the conversation, but it worked either way. He kissed her and it didn't matter that the angle was awkward or that his back hurt from keeping them upright. When she pulled away, she settled back against him, tangling their legs together and Percy hid a smile in her hair.

"So that means you're not getting rid of me for at least twenty-five years."

"At least," she agreed and he could hear the smile in her voice.


"While both the court and the large majority of the public are in agreement that the Kronos incident was not our fault, our park attendance has nevertheless decreased."

"Give it time, our safety records are impeccable. A couple more months of forceful campaigning and advertisements will win the public back over and attendance will bounce back," Annabeth dismissed, unconcerned.

She wasn't even giving the meeting her full attention. Her eyes were seemingly fixed on the notepad open on the table before her but her cell phone was balanced on her knees and she kept up a steady stream of texts to her boyfriend, who kept proposing increasingly ridiculous plans to rescue her from the tedious meeting.

"But our stock has dropped—"

"Hardly worth noting, the investors understand—"

"But to kick-start the growth process again, we thought it would be a good idea to introduce a new attraction."

"We have someone working on an interactive experience with the mosasaurus," Annabeth said, thinking of Leo and his crazy tinkering with the gryosphere, egged on by Percy's worrisome enthusiasm.

"We were thinking more of a new exhibit, something fresh and exciting. Our attendance always doubles whenever we introduce a new animal."

"None of the current projects are ready for the public yet," Annabeth said, resisting the urge to rub her temple and groan. Honestly, sometimes she swore their investors were the most egg headed fools in all of existence.

The men across from her shifted, sharing not so subtle looks. It was like being on the middle school playground all over again—you tell her, no you tell her, I don't want to tell her.

"That's . . . still not exactly what we meant, ma'am," one brave soul finally spoke up.

"You want to start a new project?" Annabeth guessed with a sigh, internally rolling her eyes. Like their scientists didn't already have enough on their plates. It was simple math really, why didn't people understand. More dinosaurs mean more time, which equaled less time for each individual animal, which meant larger wait periods between new animals because the workload was so divided. At this rate, they'd never get a new exhibit out again.

"Yes—a top priority project," the man continued, thrilled that she had caught on and utterly ignorant of her annoyance. "The schematics have already been drawn up, all the DNA has already been synthesized, putting it all together shouldn't be too difficult—and think of the public's response."

"What do you mean all the DNA has already been synthesized?" Annabeth interrupted with a frown. "Are you proposing we make more of a dinosaur we already have?"

"No. Better." The man grinned, holding up the clicker for the presentation screen behind him. With a dramatic flourish, he changed the screen—

Annabeth's jaw dropped.

"Behold! The Indominus rex! The first ever of its kind—an original, Jurassic World creation! With the help of gene splicing, our geneticists should, no will, be able to create an entirely new era of entertainment. We can combine all the most marketable assets of each individual dinosaur in our current arsenal to create the ultimate adrenalin pumping experience—"

Annabeth's eyes were fixed on the abomination on the scene as the idiot rambled on. The image was a 3D hologram, much like ones Ethan used in the early stages of embryonic development. The horror before her today stood nearly forty feet high and a staggering fifty wide. It held prehensile clawed fingers at the end of long, slim arms, stomping down with feet that boasted daggers for nails. Her eyes slowly moved over the image in a sort of stupefied, incredulous horror. The mouth of the beast resembled a crocodile's, elongated and rounded at the tip.

"So," the investing representative asked, pulling Annabeth away from the image. "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Annabeth repeated. "What do I think?" She looked around the table, at the seven investing representatives who looked positively tickled pink at their proposition, so blissfully, ignorantly stupid.

"No," Annabeth exploded, "No. My god—no, absolutely not, what is wrong with you people? Are you insane? Are you suicidal? For god's sake, do you even hear yourselves? You want to design a dinosaur? This isn't Lego Land boys, this is a killing machine. Are, are velociraptors and T-rexes and allosauruses not enough for you people? Creatures designed by nature to be ultimate killing machines and you just—you want to improve on that? We are already spitting in the face of Mother Nature, isn't that enough as it is? And you want to just go, nah we can do better. You want to create something even worse than what is already the worst the world has to offer?"

Annabeth stared incredulously at the men, unable to comprehend this level of stupidity. "Do you even remember what happened to the first Jurassic Park?"

"But—!"

"No," Annabeth exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "No, absolutely not."

"If you just—"

"I don't want to hear another word," Annabeth warned, pointing her phone threateningly at the man who dared speak. "Zip it, all of you, before I feed you to the raptors."

"Assemble a dinosaur," she scoffed in disgust, picking up her papers. "Like a goddamn build a bear but with claws and death. Unbelievable. How have we as a species survived this long?"

Shaking her head in disgust, Annabeth rose. "If I hear one more fool word of the Lego dinosaur, I'm going to personally throw that person off the raptor observation deck, are we clear?"

She didn't look to make sure the men were all in agreement with her, too busy typing out a furious text to Thalia. Wait until she heard about this one.

Snatching up the representatives' file on her way out, Annabeth spat out, "I'm going to burn this, I'm going to burn this to ashes and I don't want to hear a peep out of any of you. Build a dinosaur, honestly."


A/n Let's be real, Annabeth would have none of that stupidity. Not on her watch. Anway, in honor of the new movie here's that extras chapter I said was coming. We got some aftermath clean up, an update on the girls, and all of the Seven. Well kind of. Frank and Piper didn't quite actually make an appearance, but they were mentioned and they will eventually make it to the island. Will the new movie inspire a sequel? Probably not, but who knows. Anyway, thanks for sticking around guys, you are all the literal best. There's no way I would have finished this monstrosity without you. I should have a few short stories coming out this summer, so stay tuned.

Shoutout to my wonderful beta, rhig122, who is amazing like always.

Let me know what you think and, like always, I hope you enjoyed ~ *