Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Elliot’s Wolf

Eve

I rocked him gently, whispering, "Shh... it’s okay... I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

But he wasn’t hearing me.

Elliot trembled like a leaf in my arms, breath hitching in silent sobs that wracked his tiny chest. His grip on my shirt tightened with every shallow breath, his shoulders hunched, his whole body locked in sorrow.

"I know," I murmured into his hair. "I know it hurts, baby. I know it’s too much. But Grandpa’s strong. He’s going to pull through. He is. He has to..."

He still didn’t speak.

The machines continued their urgent beeping.

And then...

Elliot’s head jerked up.

I felt it before I saw it, heat. Not from the room, but from him. A pulse. Like something thudding beneath his skin, like something trying to wake up.

His teary eyes met mine and they weren’t the same.

For the briefest second, just a blink, they shimmered red. Not blood-red. Lunar red. Like the rim of an eclipse.

I froze. My heart stilled.

"Elliot?" I whispered.

His mouth parted slightly, his chest still heaving, but now from something more than just grief.

He blinked again. The red was gone, his eyes back to those wide, warm eyes. His lashes were still wet with tears. Confused. Like he didn’t know what had just happened.

But I had seen it.

So had the medic standing across from us, still holding a used injector, her mouth agape.

"Was that...?" she breathed.

I couldn’t answer. Because I didn’t know.

And yet, deep in my bones, I felt that rattle like my body knew what it saw, even if my mind had not yet caught on. Or maybe I simply refused to believe it.

I swallowed hard as I adjusted him in my arms. My voice came out, but each word was tentative, like I was afraid if I asked, it would make it all real—realer than it already was.

"Elliot..."

His bloodshot eyes met mine, confused by my sudden reaction to something he didn’t even seem to notice himself.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

He blinked, a tear falling. His confusion was palpable.

My worry only rose. He was not even six yet. He was far too young to have found his wolf. He was nowhere near mature enough. A child’s eighteenth birthday was the usual time for a wolf’s appearance. I looked down at him again before running my hand over my face.

I was seeing things due to the stress of the situation.

I was overwhelmed. That was the only possible reason I would be seeing it.

I was tired.

But I could see the anxiety on Elliot’s tear-streaked face.

I managed a tight smile for his sake.

"We are alright," I said. The lie was sour as I wiped his tears.

But of course, my ever-vigilant son was not convinced.

He reached out his hand to my face, doing the same thing I did for him. "You are crying too, Mummy." Contrition flared in the green whirls of his eyes. "Sorry. I made you sad."

I didn’t even realize that I had begun to cry. "Never blame yourself," I said, planting a long kiss on his warm forehead.

I stilled again. His head wasn’t just warm, it was burning.

A slow dread bloomed in my chest, but I pushed the thought away, locking it behind exhaustion and denial. Not now. Not today.

Then...

Clank.

The sound was loud. Metallic. Final.

Clank. Clank. Clank.

Four in total.

I barely had a second to register it before a shriek ripped through the infirmary, followed by the harsh crash of overturned equipment.

I whipped around.

Too late.

Lucinda had shifted.

Her restraints were in twisted ruins behind her. Her body was no longer human, no longer recognizable. Thick tawny fur rippled across her contorted frame, her eyes glowing with that same blistering madness that had consumed Hades once. Elongated limbs, snarling maw, claws like obsidian daggers...

And they were coming straight for me.

I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

Everything—the heartbreak, the Flux, Hades, the Council, Monte, the blood, the mark, Elliot—it collapsed on me like a tidal wave, and my body simply refused.

My knees locked.

My muscles were unresponsive.

My heart thundered, but my limbs were traitors.

The world slowed as Lucinda lunged, and all I could do was stare up at those monstrous claws arcing toward my skull.

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