Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: It’s Okay

Hello, I am sorry for the inconsistent updates, I relapsed and was too weak and in no state of mind to write this sort of Chapter. I am still reeling but fighting through it. We are about to come to an end of the book. We have roughly about 70 Chapters left. I hope you continue to enjoy the book to the end.

HADES

I counted the seconds as they slowly threaded by. With every moment, the weight on my chest increased in tandem with Kael’s fading heartbeat. I glanced at his unmoving body, the lump in my throat choking out my patience. We had no time to wait, but I knew all their forces had to loop back before we could afford to make any noise.

If we blew our cover, we would lose Kael anyway, and all this would have been inconsequential.

I bit my tongue until the familiar scent of blood filled my senses.

And then—

I heard the final fading footfall.

Cain and I shared a glance before I closed my eye, letting the vibrations around us hum in my bones—sensing, waiting, watching with anything other than my eyes. At first, it was my pulsing heart I could hear. Then I let it fade into the background of my subconscious, letting the ripple in the air and earth deliver the information I sought.

But there was nothing.

Seconds passed.

Until I heard mechanical gears grinding in the distance—then a slam. That was how I knew for sure the Gammas were securely back in their fortress.

"Well?" Cain whispered, the urgency in his voice exacerbating mine.

"The coast is clear," I replied, my voice low.

The jump into action was instant the moment the words left my mouth. Everyone turned to Kael, and I reached two fingers to his throat to find his pulse.

For one aching second, I found nothing—

Then, a faint jump of the artery. It filled me with enough relief to make me double over.

Cain was already tearing at the remnants of his clothing—ruined by claw, teeth, and blade.

My breath turned shallow as Cain revealed the injury beneath. Black-blue bruises adorned Kael’s chest, deep and bloody gashes exposing bone. I could see parts where his flesh had already initiated healing—

But the process had halted. As though healing had started, then been violently stopped.

Cain let out a hiss, and there was an uncomfortable murmur among our men.

They could feel it too—

The pain of having their healing stripped from them.

Now, with our waning adrenaline, the repulsively corrosive odor of wolfsbane filled the stolen space.

I recoiled, even though I had already known what they’d done to him.

"It’s obvious," Cain said, voice laced with acid enough to melt steel. "They used wolfsbane, like we thought. But not to hollow him—they just wanted to seize his healing while they gutted him for information."

At least they didn’t hollow him. Not like Eve.

I tried to keep a positive outlook, but it did nothing to unravel the tight tangle of anxiety in my stomach.

I turned my head away, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack.

No.

I shook it off.

"This was deliberate," Cain continued, crouching beside Kael. "They didn’t want him dead. Just broken. Just... slow enough to talk."

I swallowed the bile in my throat. My hands hovered over Kael’s chest, unsure whether to touch or pull back. His body shuddered with each breath like he was being punched from the inside.

"He’s freezing," one of our men muttered, voice tight with panic. "He’s not regulating his core temperature."

"We need heat. Now." My voice sliced through the space.

Blankets were already being pulled from packs, coats stripped off backs.

A fire couldn’t be lit—not without giving away our position.

So we made do with body heat and layered fabric, wrapping Kael until only the blood at his throat remained visible.

Cain pressed the back of his hand to Kael’s cheek. "His heartbeat’s slowing again."

"We need to get him to a medic."

"We are the medics," Cain shot back. Then, softer. More broken—

"At least tonight we are."

The silence that followed tasted bitter.

I watched Kael’s face, waiting for some flicker, some twitch—anything.

But he didn’t stir. His chest rose once... then paused.

Too long.

Too still.

"No—no, no, no." I dropped to my knees and gripped his shoulder. "Kael. Kael, you’re not doing this. You hear me?"

Nothing.

"Kael!" My voice cracked as I leaned in. "You don’t get to die. Not after everything. Not when we just got you back."

Still nothing.

Cain stepped back, giving me space, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. Everyone could hear how my voice was fraying.

I leaned forward, forehead brushing against Kael’s temple, breath shallow.

"You remember that stupid night in the ravine? When we were seven and you told me you could fly off the cliff if you could call on Elysia?"

I let out a dry laugh, more broken than amused.

"I told you gravity didn’t give a damn about wolves—but you still jumped. You screamed all the way down until you hit the water and shattered your tailbone. You couldn’t sit for a week."

My throat burned.

"You said it was worth it. That the fall felt like flying."

Still nothing.

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