Hades
Cain shifted back, breathing hard as we stared at each other.
His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, brows knitted, as though confirming I was real took more effort than it should have. Then, before I could say anything else, he lunged.
"Hey—what the h—"
I didn’t get the full sentence out.
Cain grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug, arms locking around my torso like steel bands, and lifted me clean off the ground.
My feet left the stone floor. Just like that.
For a heartbeat, I stiffened—genuinely startled. My arms were pinned at my sides, my back arched awkwardly, and I tried to wiggle out of his grip like a scowling child caught in public affection.
"Put me down, Cain."
He didn’t.
He just let out a deep laugh, half-choked and heavy with something that sounded almost like relief. Or maybe disbelief. Then he thudded his hand twice against my back like he needed to confirm I was solid.
I gave up struggling and just sighed.
"Good to see you too, brother."
Cain grunted. "Wasn’t sure I’d get the chance."
Another heartbeat passed before he set me down gently and took a small step back.
His eyes, still rimmed in red from the shift, studied me with something close to longing—probably for the brotherhood we once had, when hugging me like that wouldn’t have felt so... awkward.
He looked like someone who’d clawed his way through death only to find the one person he thought he’d lost standing there, too proud to admit how close it had all come.
I looked him over. "You alright?" I asked, voice low.
Cain smirked. "Now that you’re here? Yeah. I am."
Maera gave us both a side glance—unreadable and silent. Sage, standing between her and the bunk wall, folded her arms and nodded like she’d somehow orchestrated this reunion herself.
Cain turned his gaze to her. "Who’s the peanut?"
"I’m not a peanut," Sage huffed, sticking out her chin. "I’m the one who fed your Alpha and stopped him from dying of starvation."
Cain blinked. Then looked at me. "You let a child feed you?"
"She didn’t give me much of a choice."
Sage nodded firmly, as if this proved her efficiency.
Cain chuckled again, then his tone sobered. "Where’s Kael?"
"Infirmary," I replied. "He’s stable."
A flash of pain crossed his face, but he masked it quickly with a sharp breath. "Then we’ve still got a shot."
I looked around the room again, scanning over every body that still slept—every breath that hadn’t yet stopped.
Then I turned to Cain.
"Cain," I said, nodding toward Maera, "this is Commander Maera. She’s the one running this place. She’s also the commander of the Eclipse Rebellion."
Cain’s posture shifted instantly.
His spine straightened. The humor that had lingered in his eyes vanished like smoke snuffed by wind. He looked at Maera again.
"You’re the one they called the Ghost General," Cain said slowly. "The one Darius couldn’t kill, no matter how many bounty squads he sent."
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