Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 205

Hades

"Felicia and Danielle rode with my brother and father while I handled security protocols, ensuring no one was following. Once they were deep in the woods, following the coordinates, I thought they were safe. I thought I had done my job."

My voice cracked on the last word.

Eve moved closer, rubbing slow, grounding circles into my back. "It was your job," she whispered. "You couldn’t have known." _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

"But—"

"Shh…" She cut me off gently, her voice steady. "Tell me what happened, love."

My chest tightened, but I forced the words out. "Felicia and Danielle were a priority. They were both heavily pregnant—blessings to the pack."

She nodded, never stopping the soothing motion of her hand against my back.

"Then the sound of a helicopter… and that piercing howl."

A chill ran through me, my own words wrapping around my throat like a noose. "It wasn’t them. It was something else entirely. I knew. I just… knew."

The darkness was thick, the terrain unforgiving. I could hear the trees collapsing, their trunks snapping under the force of something massive.

"It was plowing through the forest, felling trees with its body. Then came the screams. The fighting. The smell of blood. I knew it would be a massacre."

I swallowed hard, my stomach churning. "The smell of gasoline. Fire. Smoke. It was everywhere."

Eve’s hands never stopped moving, keeping me tethered to the present as the past clawed at my mind.

"I ran," I murmured, my voice hoarse. "As fast as I could. But the woods were thick, the terrain a labyrinth. By the time I reached the clearing, the flames were already rising."

The fire raged, swallowing everything in its path. Smoke billowed into the night sky, thick and suffocating, clogging my lungs with every breath. The stench of burning metal, scorched leather, and blood hung in the air.

"I ran," I repeated, my voice hollow. "But by the time I got there… it was too late."

The convoy was gone—the armored SUVs nothing but twisted, blackened skeletons. The reinforced steel had been shredded like paper, torn apart by something stronger than bullets or explosives.

And the bodies—gods, the bodies.

Eve’s fingers pressed slightly harder into my back, but she remained silent. She knew I needed to let this out.

"Leon was ripped to shreds—nothing but ribbons of flesh."

I hesitated, my lips curling bitterly. "And I felt nothing. Not guilt. Not grief. Just… nothing."

Eve didn’t flinch, didn’t judge. She simply waited.

"Felicia looked dead," I forced out. I shook my head, my throat thick. "She was drenched."

Eve inhaled sharply. "And Danielle?"

I swallowed hard, the memory slicing through me. "She was still alive. Barely. But unless a Delta materialized from thin air, she wouldn’t survive."

I closed my eyes for a moment, but it didn’t help. The image was burned into my memory.

Danielle lay on the ground, pinned beneath my father’s lifeless body. Lucas has fallen, my father had bloody gouges in his back, I could see where his spine was ripped out.

Blood pooled beneath Daniellle staining the cracked asphalt in glistening patches.

When I pulled my father off her, her eyes opened.

And she smiled.

"She was relieved," I whispered. "That I was alive."

Eve’s grip tightened on me, her fingers curling slightly.

"She tried to speak, but she was choking on her own blood. I pressed down on her wounds, tried to stop the bleeding, but she—" My throat closed.

"She just looked at me, Eve. And then she whispered, ’Our baby.’"

Eve inhaled sharply, her body tensing.

I nodded, my jaw clenching. "Her stomach was torn. Our baby was gone. She was dying."

The whir of helicopter blades sliced through the roaring flames, but I barely noticed. My whole world had narrowed to the woman bleeding out beneath me.

Then—I saw it.

A shadow against the burning wreckage.

Not inside the helicopter.

Hanging from it.