Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: The Historian

Eve

Most had converged, waiting. The clock read two minutes to five as the council filled into the laboratory, that I learned from Montague was the place where Hades first exposed them to the intricacies of his plan concerning the blood war.

It had been hard for him to say some part of it but he had trusted me enough to give the details. And I couldn’t lie; the scar tingled for a second. It was healed, felt like a lifetime ago.

His plan to use me, drain me, and force me to be a soldier in his army; saviour and slave.

"Back then he was in denial, even I could see through his charade. He was in love with you even then," he had said as he made plans for this pivotal meeting.

The bloodmoon was coming and so would the war. I knew how easily the seemingly inconsequential details could be simply glanced at and buried under the weight of larger schemes.

But not this time. Not when everything hung in the balance. Darius had an ace up his sleeve and he had let us know it.

I watched the council members file in. Silas, Gallinti and some of the lesser Alphas. They took a place in the laboratory, the very same one where my fate had once been decided without my presence.

How different things were now.

Just as we exchanged greeting, there were more footsteps as the honey-skinned high Gamma walked in with her retinues flanking her on either side.

She greeted the room, her eyes meeting mine with a pleasant expression on her face, but still far from a smile. "I am honored that you invited me to an official council meeting." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I returned the pleasantries, "Don’t humble yourself so much." My tone turned serious. "You are integral here as much as everyone else."

A curious look crossed her face before it faded. "So why are we here? You mentioned you wanted to fast track the preparations for the bloodmoon and the inevitable war that will come with it."

Silas spoke up, brows raised. "What prompted this decision, Luna? The Alpha is not yet returned."

Gallinti piped up. "Or do you perhaps believe that the Alpha might not..."

"My husband will return in one piece. We have bonded ourselves by the Fenrir’s chain. I would know if anything befell him."

The silence that followed lingered, until it pulled taut and snapped.

"I apologise, Luna for my..."

"Don’t," I cut him off, my voice firm but not unkind. "You have every right to ask questions." I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. There had not been any more reports from the search. The last report was just to show how impermeable Silverpine Pack was.

But now I had to focus on what my heart was telling me. To keep going. Even when Rhea, my wolf, had been ripped from me by wolfbane, I continued to move. And Rhea came back and met me in a better place, in a better space. The same would happen with Hades.

I kept all that to myself and addressed the council. The lab was white and sterile, no one except us was around, so the echoes were eerie.

"We have noticed that Alpha Darius of Silverpine has always been a step ahead of us," I began, my voice carrying clearly in the stark space. "Even as I will concede that my father is the brilliant type of cunning, to be more potent, he always uses an edge, a tool to topple the balance in whatever game he plays—be it chess, poker, or an all-out war."

Montegue answered, "Elliot, thr Prince, Hades’ son was the only one who saw straight through the trick."

They gasped.

"How?" Victoriana asked. "How can a child see through an illusion like that and how are you sure what he was tell you was through. Children have wild imagination." She asked, not unkindly.

"This bizarre, convoluted situation has been centuries in the making. But as my knowledge about Vampires and their abilities are limited, we have invited a specialist."

As if summoned by my words, footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. The door opened and a man stepped inside, his presence immediately commanding attention.

He introduced himself with a slight bow. "Good evening, Council members. I am Dr. Jonathan Blackwood." His voice had the same soft knowing lilth of his sister’s. Their similarities did not stop at their hazel eyes.

I stepped forward to address the room. "Dr. Blackwood is Dr. Amelia’s brother," I explained, watching as recognition flickered across some faces. "The therapist," I clarified.

She had become far more than just a therapist. Far more.

Recommending her brother was for Elliot. With his abilities, I wanted to understand all there was to him; what his abilities would be and how his partial vampirism would continue to affect him as he matured.

But after revealing all the strange occurrences with vampirism, she had an even better idea. We had puzzle pieces of events and he had the knowledge to arrange them in order so we could see the final, probably daunting, full picture.