Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 529

She thought of Hades.

She thought of their pups, safe inside her, depending on her to survive.

She thought of her gammas, fighting and dying around her, trusting her to lead them.

And something inside her shifted, again

Her body convulsed, muscles spasming violently, and she felt herself growing. Not slowly, not gradually—suddenly. Her frame expanded, her limbs lengthening, her mass increasing by a quarter in the span of seconds. The pain was excruciating, her bones creaking and reshaping, her muscles tearing and rebuilding, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. When the transformation finished, she was massive—larger than any wolf on the battlefield, larger even than the Prime Ferals, a towering behemoth of fur and fury.

The battlefield seemed to pause for a moment, every eye turning toward her.

And for the first time, Felicia looked *scared*.

She turned toward Malrik, her voice rising above the din of battle. "My lord! The vampires! Deploy them now!"

Malrik's expression didn't change, but he raised one hand, and the two vampires flanking him spread their wings and launched into the air. They descended on the battlefield like twin nightmares, their red skin stark against the sky, their claws gleaming, their eyes fixed on Eve. The first one dove toward her, claws extended, and Eve met it head-on. She caught it mid-flight, her jaws closing around its wing, and she slammed it into the ground with bone-crushing force. It shrieked and writhed, trying to escape, and that was when Eve noticed it.

The vampire's skin was coated in something.

It was wax like but she had no doubt something else would have been added in.

That was how it could be in the sun. The wax protected it from the light.

Eve didn't hesitate. She clawed at the wax, tearing it away in chunks, exposing the red skin beneath, and the vampire's shrieks turned to screams of agony as the sunlight touched its flesh. It began to smoke, then to burn, and within moments it was nothing but ash.

But the second vampire was already on her—and it had learned. It struck from above and behind, talons sinking into her shoulders before she could turn, and it immediately lifted, staying out of reach of her snapping jaws. Eve twisted violently, trying to grab it like she had the first, but her body was slower now, her movements sluggish from blood loss and exhaustion, and the vampire's grip was iron.

"NO!"

The comms exploded.

"LUNA!" Victoriana's voice, raw with panic.

"Get her down!" Kael, abandoning all pretense of calm. "Shooters, target the vampire, NOW!"

The entire battlefield erupted into chaos. Every Obsidian wolf who could see what was happening broke formation, instinct overriding training, pack bonds screaming at them to save their Luna. Gammas abandoned their positions and charged toward Eve's airborne form. The coordinated defense shattered into desperate, individual attempts to reach her.

And Silverpine's forces were ready for it.

"Now!" Felicia's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Cut them off! Don't let anyone through!"

Prime Ferals surged forward like a living wall, intercepting the charging Obsidian wolves. Silverpine gammas flooded the gaps, turning the space between Eve and her forces into a killing field. It wasn't a coincidence. It wasn't luck.

It was a trap.

They'd planned this.

Silas was the first to reach the perimeter. He barreled through two gammas, his massive gray form bulldozing them aside, his eyes locked on the vampire carrying Eve higher and higher. He was close—so close—when three Prime Ferals hit him from different angles. The first one caught his foreleg, snapping bone. The second tore into his flank. The third went for his throat. Silas roared and fought back, but he was outnumbered, overwhelmed, and within seconds he was buried beneath snarling bodies, driven back and away from Eve.

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