Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Escape Plan

Hades

Cain’s words echoed in the dim corridor, louder than the alarms that never rang, louder than the guards who never moved.

"They recognized you."

Didn’t deny it.

Because a part of me—buried deep beneath the scar tissue and rage—agreed.

Something had been stirring since the moment we entered this place. Not just instinct, not just muscle memory—something else. Something older than me.

Older than this war.

Older than this life.

Cain was still watching me. His expression had shifted. He wasn’t just suspicious anymore—he was wary.

Of me.

He cleared his throat, voice lower now. "If this place runs on horn residue... and the Flux inside it still lingers..."

I didn’t stop walking, but I heard the hesitation in his next words.

"...then are you sure you were the one in control back there?"

I froze.

Just for a heartbeat.

Then kept walking.

But Cain had seen it.

That flicker. That pause.

That crack.

And he pushed. "Hades. Look at me. Are you sure?"

My jaw clenched. "I got Kael out. That’s what matters."

"That’s not what I asked."

I didn’t answer, it had not yet even sunk in that the horn we sought was in this facility, much less the possibility that it could be interacting with me. Could I even escape this infection?

Cain seemed to sense my discomfort and with a deep sigh, he relented. "Since the horn is here and Eve says we need it, why don’t we take it now? When else will we have a chance like this? We could topple tye balance of this way in our favour, if we can get the first fragment. At least we can start now. It seems the horn has been shattered."

I glanced at Kael’s already broken body. I could still see the trails of his blood. A lump formed in my throat.

"He needs help," I said, voice lower now, rough with something heavier than fury. "They didn’t just beat him—they engineered this."

Cain frowned, looking down as we walked, his eyes trailing over the bruising, the blood crusted in his hair, the tremble in Kael’s fingers even in unconsciousness.

"He should’ve begun healing by now," Cain muttered. "Even under sedation."

"That’s the point," I bit out. "They used a healing suppressant. I can smell it in his bloodstream—chemical, synthetic, something mixed with wolfsbane. Just enough to keep his system dormant while they..." I trailed off.

Cain finished it. "While they carved him up and waited for him to talk."

I nodded once, throat tight.

"He was never supposed to survive this long," I added. "Whatever they were doing in that room—they were buying time. Extracting what they could before the body gave out."

"They would g," Cain muttered darkly. "Blood markers. Testing thresholds. They were milking him like a lab rat."

I adjusted Kael’s weight in my arms, barely suppressing the snarl building in my chest. "And I barely got him back."

I finished for him.

"...then it might be waiting."

We stepped through the final archway.

And the storm behind us held its breath, and in an instant space was shredded through with the wailing of alarms. Our time was up but whether or not that was all we needed would be determined by how coordinated we were.

Everyone knew what to do next, hands morphed to claws, noses to large snouts, fur burst out of our skin as shifting instantly commenced, all except for Cain shifted, he had a role to play as his and my men began to race into the dense foliage, surrounding the large facility we had just escaped. As my head enlarged, my skin split like always did, three heads out of one. Six eyes mapping, three large snouts, smelling the incoming Gammas. My fur caught vibrations of them as they ...as they closed in—dozens of them—flooding from the eastern side, their howls syncopated with the alarms, footsteps drumming the earth like war was returning to claim what it lost.

My heads jerked in sync—one growled low, the second flared its nostrils, the third snapped its jaws toward the tree line as movement caught in the periphery. Cerberus had fully emerged now—my Lycan form towering, massive, armored in layers of blackened fur and smoke-threaded scars that pulsed with faint light.

Cain didn’t flinch.

Instead, he dropped to one knee beside Kael and moved quickly—expertly—his hands steady even as the ground trembled beneath our enemies’ approach. He yanked the makeshift harness from his back, looped it over his shoulder, and secured the brace beneath Kael’s torso with surgical precision.

"Still breathing," he murmured. "Vitals weak, but steady."

He tightened the last strap and gritted his teeth. "Hold still."

I did.

All three heads turned inward, watching as Cain hefted Kael’s weight onto my back. The brace locked in with a subtle click, magnetized bands latching onto the reinforced notches in my armor-thick fur. A perfect fit. A perfect plan.

Kael’s unconscious body sagged slightly against my spine—but he was secure. Insulated from the shock. Protected.

Cain’s gaze swept over my six eyes.

A silent confirmation passed between us.

Then he stood—and let go.