I stand up. “Hey,” I say, immediately silently cursing for sounding so pathetic. ‘Hey’? That’s seriously the best that I could do?

Of all the gods and goddesses here at Olympus, Hera is the one I least like running into.

I slowly bend down and scoop up the little ball of fur. Biscuit shivers in my arms and buries her face under my arm.

“Stay down,” Silas hisses, his voice tinny and small from inside the helmet.

The dogs suddenly start howling as one, creating the most creepy atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. I swear the temperature drops by a few degrees and a chill runs down my spine.