Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 227

Eve

The agony in her scream ripped through my skull, piercing and endless.

My vision blurred, flames morphing, the crackle of fire merging with the roaring buzz in my head.

Smoke filled my lungs.

I could feel myself there, watching it all unfold.

My mouth went bitter.

My spine prickled.

I staggered back a step, whimpering.

"Rhea," I gasped in my mind. But even she was silent, trembling with me.

The memories didn't stop.

That same scream.

The smell of burning flesh.

A hand pressed against glass, bloodied and slipping.

"You don't have to do this," the same woman pleaded.

A sob broke from my throat, sharp and helpless.

No. No, not now. Please, not now.

My head spun.

The whir of helicopter blades cut through the chaos, loud, oppressive, like rotors slicing through bone.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

But then — rustling.

Not in my head.

Real.

Close.

My ears twitched.

I forced myself to focus, vision swimming, heart slamming into my ribs.

Rustling. To the left.

A breath.

A footstep.

I locked in.

My vision cleared just enough to see movement in the shadows.

The rustling grew louder — and then they emerged.

Massive wolves.

Not the sleek, disciplined soldiers of our packs. These were feral brutes. Larger than they should be, jaws hanging open with blood-slicked teeth, eyes burning a sickly red. Their breath came in ragged, snarling bursts, steam curling in the cold night air.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

More.

They spilled out of the trees like shadows given flesh, surrounding me in a slow, deliberate circle.

And Elliot...

Gone.

My heart cracked.

Before I could react, the first one lunged.

I twisted, claws slashing upward, catching it under the jaw and tearing through flesh and muscle. Hot blood sprayed against my muzzle, and the beast crumpled — but two more took its place.

I barely dodged the snapping jaws that went for my throat, spinning and ramming my shoulder into the nearest one, sending it flying into a tree with a sickening crack.

The others charged.

I fought like I had been doing this all my life.

My claws became extensions of fury. My fangs punctured fur and bone with terrifying ease. Each movement was primal, precise — muscle memory born of instinct deeper than I understood.

But they kept coming.

I was overwhelmed.

They ripped into me — teeth sinking into my haunch, claws scoring across my ribs. Pain lanced through me, sharp and hot, but I refused to go down.

I slashed wildly, disemboweling one, leaping over another.

Blood — mine and theirs — matted my fur, dripping down my legs, but I kept moving.

And through it all —

The visions.

The scream.

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Flames roared, heat suffocating, choking me.

A bloodied hand on glass, sliding down.

Helicopter blades slicing the night.

My body convulsed, growing larger, muscles tearing and reforming. My spine arched painfully as my power expanded, stretching skin and bone until it felt like I would burst apart.

My fangs elongated, so long they nearly cut into my own jaw.

My growl rumbled out of me — deep, guttural, monstrous.

Even I flinched at the sound.

I lunged at the next wolf with newfound force, my jaws locking around its skull. Bone shattered between my teeth.

Two more pounced on me from behind, dragging me down, tearing into my shoulders.

Pain blinded me.

I kicked out, sending one flying, and rolled, crushing the other beneath me. My jaws closed around its throat and ripped.

More came.

I was drowning in them.

Blood. Teeth. Fire.