Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Another Way?

Hades

My muscles tightened, my skin burned, every nerve in my body screaming for the familiar rush of transformation—but it was as if I were pressing against a locked door. My claws didn’t break through. My bones didn’t yield.

I staggered, clutching at my chest as if sheer will could tear the block apart. "No," I rasped, breath tearing from my throat.

Kael’s wolf stared at me, ears pinned back. "Hades?"

Cain’s wolf prowled closer, his golden eyes narrowing. His muzzle dipped to sniff, his breath cold against my skin. Then he growled low, the sound rumbling through the clearing.

"It’s not wolfsbane," I whispered, horror clawing through me as my throat closed. The air felt heavier, like something pressing from inside and out. "Something’s—something’s blocking me."

The silence that followed was brutal. Maera’s gaze sharpened, torchlight glinting off the scar that split her face. The fugitives behind us began to murmur again, a sea of whispers rising like a tide.

My lungs strained for air that wouldn’t come. The silence around me thickened until even the wind seemed to die.

Cain’s wolf let out a guttural sound, then his massive form began to bend, shrink, twist. Fur receded, bones cracked back into place. When he stood upright again, breath steaming in the night, his eyes hadn’t softened.

He snapped his fingers once. The sharp crack cut through the murmurs.

"That’s enough speculation," he said, voice iron. "It’s not poison. It’s not weakness." His gaze skewered me, unblinking, as if he were driving a spear straight through my chest. "It’s your wife."

My throat closed. A hundred denials clawed at me but refused to make it past my lips.

Cain tilted his head slightly, a wolf’s gesture still lingering in his human posture. "The Fenrir’s chain," he said, slow, deliberate, each word landing like a hammer on an anvil. "It doesn’t just bind your blood. It binds your beast. The longer you’re separated—by distance, by time—the more it starves you of what you are."

The words were smoke and fire, filling my lungs until I thought they would burst.

I staggered back a step, shaking my head. "No... no, that’s—"

But even as I spoke, my claws still refused me. My wolf howled somewhere deep, locked behind a wall I could not breach.

Cain’s lips curved in grim certainty that made my stomach churn. "You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The slow drag, the way every shift has grown heavier. That’s not chance, Hades. That’s the chain tightening. You can’t outrun it. Not when she’s gone."

The air around us rippled with unease. Maera’s grip on Sage tightened; Kael’s wolf growled low, confusion and fury bleeding into the sound. The fugitives whispered louder now, fear infecting the ranks.

My chest cracked open with the realization.

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