Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 245

Eve

Her hand released me.

I stumbled backward, chest heaving, my palm smacking the wall behind me for support. "Amelia…"

Her pupils were dilating fast. She fell to her knees, clutching the side of the bed to hold herself up.

She was still conscious—but shaking.

I reached for her, instinct overriding reason. "I didn't mean to—oh Goddess—what did I—"

She grabbed my wrist with what little strength she had left. Her breath shallow. Her lips barely moved.

"Run."

Then her eyes rolled back.

Her body convulsed.

"AMELIA!" I screamed, trying to steady her, trying to grab anything—my phone, her wrist, anything—anything.

The door flew open behind me.

Men. Armed. Weapons drawn.

I froze.

The scene was wrong—terribly, tragically wrong. I was holding her. She was twitching. There was a syringe in her leg.

I knew what they saw.

They saw me.

They saw a threat. A monster. A beast that had harmed their precious therapist.

"No," I breathed. "No—you don't understand—she tried to—she attacked me!"

They didn't lower their weapons.

They stepped in.

Closer. Trapping me.

The memories surged.

The chains.

The screams.

The accusations.

You are cursed.

You are evil.

You are not ours.

Not again.

No.

I couldn't survive it again.

My wolf was already at the surface.

Rhea's voice growled in my mind. "They won't listen. Not now. Survive."

And I let go.

I screamed—louder than I ever had—and shifted.

The beast tore out of me like fire through dry leaves.

And this time…

I didn't run.

I fought.

The scream that ripped from my throat shattered everything.

It wasn't just sound—it was grief. Rage. Survival.

And it echoed down the corridors like a war cry.

I shifted mid-air.

Bones snapped. Skin tore. Fur bloomed across my limbs like flame across parchment.

Rhea took the reins.

And we did not run.

We lunged.

The first guard tried to pin me against the wall. I grabbed him by the front of his vest and hurled him across the room. He slammed into a bookshelf, crumpling like paper.

A second one darted forward. I dodged his taser and struck his legs out from under him. I didn't kill. I didn't bite. But I was not delicate.

Three more rushed in.

They weren't using silver. I could feel it—the platinum didn't bite deep enough. It stung, but it didn't slow me down. They didn't know what I was. Not yet.

I barreled through, slamming into one of them with my shoulder, knocking the breath out of him. One fired—missed. Another reloaded—too slow. I tore past him, clearing the door and—

Down the stairs.

The long, spiraling stairs of the tower felt endless. Boots thundered behind me. Shouts. Curses. Footfalls in pursuit.

"She's headed for the exit!"

"Block the lower levels!"

Bullets whizzed by my ears, and I ducked. One grazed my shoulder. The searing pain made me stumble, but I kept moving.

A wolf tackled me on the landing.

We crashed through the railing, tumbling two floors below, slamming into the edge of the stairwell. I grunted, kicked hard, and launched him off me.

Then I heard it.

"Her eyes! Look at her eyes!"

A beat of silence. Then—

"She's not a werewolf! She shifted into a lycan! Get silver rounds—platinum won't work!"

Panic surged.

My blood turned to ice.

They knew now.

And they were preparing for real damage.