Hades' Cursed Luna

Chapter 14 Ghosts

Eve~

The twins threw me into the cell, both of them sneering.

"Welcome back to your new room," one of them jeered.

I had not stopped shaking since they had taken me out of the surveillance room. I could still see them—the people of my pack—on a screen in an enemy pack. It had been so close that I could taste the blood and hear the screams. Mothers

"You are dismissed."

He nodded and left.

I got up and stood in front of the large, ornate mirror. Its edges were made of real obsidian that shone like black diamond. It had been my father's.

I traced my fingers along the sharp, cold surface. The chill seeped into my skin, anchoring me to the present, though I could feel the past creeping in, clawing at the edges of my mind.

The reflection was clear—too clear. For a moment, I swore I saw something behind me—no, someone. My muscles tightened involuntarily as the air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive weight that only I seemed to notice.

"Only the strong survive."

The whisper was faint, barely audible, yet it slithered into my ear as if it had been spoken right beside me. My father's voice.

I didn't flinch. I'd heard it before. I'd always hear it, wouldn't I?

My lips tightened into a thin line as I stared deeper into the mirror. The reflection rippled slightly, like a disturbance in water, as if the air between me and the glass was shifting. For a fleeting second, the eyes looking back at me weren't mine. They were his. The same cold, judging stare.

You must be stronger. Never hesitate.

My grip on the edge of the mirror tightened, and I looked away, forcing my breath to slow. Kael was still gone. The room was silent, yet the whisper lingered like an echo that refused to fade.

And then it hit me—her eyes.

Turquoise. Glistening and cold, like shards of glacial ice cutting through the fog of my thoughts. It was so vivid, so tangible. I could almost feel the air shift as if she were right beside me, those eyes searing into my very core.

A strange sensation stirred in the pit of my stomach, rising like bile—unfamiliar and unwelcome. My pulse quickened, but not with rage—something else. Something unsettling.

Cerberus stirred at the edge of my consciousness, his red eyes glowing and reflecting in the mirror.

What was that about?