Hera had never been afraid of a little thunder. For heavenâs sake, she was married to the God of Thunder himself, and Tartarus be damned, she could put him in line. But as she stepped out of her office, she realized there was something off about this storm. She narrowed her eyes at the dark skies, and barely managed to keep the door from being shut by the wind. âTitans bite me, what is that man up to now?â She growled through her teeth, still undecided if she should go back in, or face the storm and go home.


















