Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Hideout

Hades

Shift.

Muscle tore. Skin split.

Cain’s howl ripped the air as his bones cracked outward and his body morphed. His wolf burst forth—silver and ash, taller than most, eyes glowing molten bronze. His claws hit the ground like steel. His breath fogged the air as he came to stand beside me, braced and ready.

All around us, Obsidian wolves burst from the undergrowth—dark shapes weaving through the mist with fangs bared and eyes alight. Every one of them positioned. Every one waiting for the call.

I gave it.

Cerberus reared back, all three heads unleashing a roar that shook the forest. The trees swayed.

Then we scattered, escaping. Fighting would be foolish if Kael was to live.

Through the mist, through the thorns, through the hail of bullets that started to light up the dark like cursed fireflies.

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Commands blared through the speakers from within the facility, the goal clear in the panicked voice laced with venom and desperation.

"This is Central Command. Facility has been breached. Repeat—Facility has been infiltrated by enemies of Silverpine. Multiple units compromised. Suspected leader is King Hades Stavros."

Static buzzed. Then another voice came on—clearer, louder, male.

"They’re headed for the hidden extraction route—Sector 9 east ridge. Repeat, they’re using the east ridge tunnel. All units intercept. Engage on sight. Bring them back dead or alive."

Cain’s ears twitched. He glanced sideways at me as we ran. I caught his meaning without a word.

They’d figured out our route.

But too late.

We were already halfway down the sloped ridge, weaving through dense brush and low canopies. Obsidian wolves were flanking, pushing faster now, leaping over rocks and fallen trees, clearing the path ahead. I kept Kael steady on my back, adjusting my gait to cushion every jolt.

Cain darted ahead briefly, his silver form crashing through vines, then circling back to take point beside me again.

The woods thinned.

We broke into the clearing.

Of course. Here’s the continuation in the tone and style you’ve established:

Cain let out a short bark.

Signal received.

The wolves flanking us didn’t hesitate—they surged forward, overtaking us and veering off into a wide arc. The first branch of the plan: a diversion. They would draw the facility’s Gammas into a forward chase, loud and deliberate, like a wildfire charging through a dry forest.

Cain ran close to me, our strides aligned, our breathing synchronized. He didn’t need to say it. We both knew what came next.

Find cover. Break line of sight. Double back.

But not yet.

We had to time this perfectly.

I could feel Kael’s heartbeat against my spine—faint, fragile. Every second mattered.

The terrain dipped again, the ground slick with moss and shadows. Behind us, the howls had multiplied. Gammas—at least thirty now—were gaining. Not fast enough to catch us, but fast enough to pressure the pack into maintaining full sprint. Good. That was the plan.

Then I saw it—up ahead, through the underbrush. A small ridge with a thick rock formation shaped like a collapsed tunnel, half-swallowed by earth and vine. Natural cover. Reinforced base. Hollow beneath.

I growled once—low, sharp.

Cain heard it.

His silver head snapped toward me. He saw it too.

That’s the one.

We kept running for a few more strides—then I let out the signal.

One guttural snarl—cut short.

Followed by two sharp, stuttered howls.

The coded rhythm.

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