Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Blocked

Eve

I couldn’t shift.

The realization dropped like a bomb, leaving my ears ringing, and my vision darkening at the edges. Sweats dripped hot down from my temples, the heat closing in around me until it felt like I was boiling alive.

I glanced at the little bed that Elliot slept on. He was sleep peacefully, his little snoring filling me instinctively with more dread. He was defenseless and I was... useless. I was alone in this and I could shift to protect him from harm.

I looked down at my hands that refused to shift to claws that could save us if things went even more side ways that they already were.

The lights of the training room were bright but the future I saw before us had ever been more dark. I bit back back the tears, and the sob clawing it’s way up my throat. If I broke down now, I would never recover.

Hades’ absence was already a weight on my chest; breathing had never been so hard without him. But this...

This was worse.

That horrible creeping feeling of helplessness that had been my perpetual company for five years had returned with a vengeance.

Why now? Why fucking now? I wanted scream, yell until all the gods in patheon will have no choice but to answer to my cries.

>"Eve, listen..."

But even her calming voice was drowned out by my panic and the chaos churning within.

The council had turned their backs, Montegue almost died, Lincinda had been compromised and nothing was working to permanently to bring her back.

Kael had been maimed and taken, Hades had not returned from the rescue even after three days.

"The hell am I suppose to do?" The words poured out of me in a growl that was a half sob, too raw to recognise as my voice.

Guilt tampered the encroaching madness as Elliot flinched in his sleep.

Would he have to flinch his whole life, would he never have a moment of peace?

I got back on my feet, my squaring shoulders as took stance. My muscles coiled with tension as I stared down the faceless dummy. Even now, I saw grey eyes staring back at me, that fanged smile, dark hair and a presence bigger than anything in my life. My husband.

And then the features I saw morphed into the the face of the bastard responsible. Dark low brows above cruel eyes that wanted nothing but to witness utter agony of innocent people for reasons I, to this fucking day could not wrap my mind around.

I gritted my teeth as I recalled my training and swung, my legs swiping hard at the its fade. He tilted back lower that it had ever done before become bouncing back to take its original positin.

Like I had done for maybe two hours straight, I proceeded to dump all my nervous energy and frustration on it.

I had the strength, I felt no pain, it all came like instinct. My anxiety rose slowly and steady like a cresendo.

One hit, two hit, three hits.

And then it erupted as I swung harder letting all the chaos fill my veins, I felt my muscles, manipulate my motion, my fist swiped across the dummy’s face with a crack that fragmented the silence in the sir.

The dummy lose its head, and it went flying in one direction I didn’t bother following.

I didn’t stop, I swung my leg at the long sturdy cylindrical body with an arch and that too went flying.

Yet, I felt nothing. My heart was a pounding drum in my chest. Breathing was painful.

It was not until I fell over and heard Elliot.

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