Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 231

Hades

For a moment the world fell away. The ground beneath me gave way, the walls around me dissipated into nothing, and every other person simply ceased to exist as I watched her.

I had to race fast enough to reach her, my mind in shambles as I watched the scene unfold. She had shifted fully, her ashy black wolf curled up in a fetal position, levitating high off the ground. Around her, she created a vortex that drew everything toward her. Furniture and other items were thrown into a wild spiral around her. It was pure chaos.

My skin tingled with apprehension, the hairs on my body standing on end as I took her in. I had not a single clue what I was supposed to do.

I had a hunch this had something to do with the nosebleeds and other strange incidents since Rhea returned, but I was nowhere near prepared for this.

I took a step forward, my breath ragged, heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. The air around her shimmered, bending and cracking like thin glass under pressure. Power — raw, ancient, untamed — rolled off her in waves, thick enough to taste on my tongue.

"Red..." I whispered, but my voice was swallowed by the oppressive silence.

Her body jerked, her limbs twitching in unnatural spasms, as if something inside her was fighting to tear free. Her wolf form pulsed with streaks of silver and dark energy, veins of light webbing across her fur and into the air like living lightning. For a moment, my heart dropped, horrified that I might have infected her with the corruption in my own body by marking her.

I forced my feet to move — one step, then another. The closer I got, the heavier the air became. My knees buckled, and I had to brace myself against the sheer force radiating from her.

Suddenly, her head snapped up, and her eyes — not the crimson of a lycan I had come to know, but burning amber that engulfed her entire eye socket, not only the iris — locked onto mine. My breath caught.

Those eyes...

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Her mouth opened in a deafening howl, and the energy around her exploded outward in a pulse that slammed into me, sending me flying back into the debris of what used to be a wall. My vision blurred, pain flaring through my body. But still, I dragged myself up. That howl was not ordinary either.

This wasn't just a shift. This was something else — something bigger, older, something horribly familiar. Something that pulled me back to the clearing, the pungent odor of copper and gasoline punching me in the gut.

I coughed, blood trickling down my lip.

"I don't know if you can hear me," I rasped, struggling to my feet, "but you need to come back."

Her body convulsed again, and a crack split the air — not sound, not sight, but something deeper. Reality frayed at the edges.

I didn't think. I ran. I ran straight into the storm, into her, praying that if I reached her, touched her, I could anchor her back.

My arms wrapped around her trembling body, the energy burning against my skin like fire and ice all at once. I buried my face in her fur and whispered, "I'm here. You're not alone."

For a terrifying moment, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the storm began to recede.