Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 112

Zenovia

The lights of the arena suddenly flashed before my eyes and all I could feel was dizziness wash over me for a second.

I only faintly remembered Matteo rushing towards me and throwing me over his shoulder before depositing me on a stretcher.

Caroline’s sad and worried face as they took me away was the last thing I recalled before I blanked out.

The sun was shining through the windowpane and I felt the warmth on my skin. The light hurt my eyes, and I slowly turned my face away from the light to shield my eyes.

I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

Every single muscle in my body hurt and every single bone felt like it had cracked. My limbs were sore, my joints creaking, and my skin felt hot.

I was sweating as if I had run a marathon. My throat was also parched. I tried to wake myself up, but my eyes did not want to open. They felt like they weighed a ton.

But I forced my eyelids to flutter…to move…to do just about anything. After what felt like a monumental effort, I managed to lift my eyelids…barely.

From the slit of my eyes, I tried to look around. I was not in a familiar place. It was all plain white and dull.

I could vaguely make out the white curtain blowing in the soft breeze and the pale windows. My eyes slowly roamed through the space and then noticed a huge bulky frame sitting in a sharp contrast to the whites around me.

My eyes tried to focus on the figure seated in front of me, and I noticed two yellow balls. No, not yellow…bright golden.

Those were the eyes that would always rob me of my breath. Problem was that they were staring intently at me. Murderously, maybe.

I could not think of anything else and panic made my eyes shut down and my back fall to the bed again.

It did not take much time for me to fall asleep. The little effort had cost

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me a lot of energy. I was not sure when exactly it was that I woke up again.

I twisted and turned in my bed, fisting my hands in the sheets as I felt my head would explode. A searing hot pain tore through my brain, traveling through all the nerves before reaching every single cell in my body.

Fighting the pain was an effort I was not wiling to take. Lying down was easy. Letting my brain drift to oblivion easier.

But just as I thought that, a voice spoke to me.

“I knew you would take the easy way out”

and despite the pain, I

was too weak

opened my eyes and pushed myself up on my elbows

my best to ignore him. My mouth suddenly felt dry and rough, like

water and he seemed to have sensed it, for he slowly, purposefully got up from the chair and methodically reached for the jar

sound of water pouring in the glass as he handed

a word, I grabbed the glass

it slow” He cautioned but my throat was

water jar above my glass, but with unsteady hands I reached for the jar and put it straight to my lips. After drinking it all, and almost spilling a good amount on myself, I was

said in a disappointed voice and took the jar away from my hands as I wiped my

a little. Though my head was still hurting,

“Where am I?”

“At a hospital. I don’t need to tell you why, right?”

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coursed through my head. Memories came back to

holding and twisting my leg, a bit of blood, the huge

trials and probably passed out due to

and sat in front

glorious adventure you set off on without my permission. And I don’t think I have it in me to keep asking

His tone was bordering somewhere on being calm and

“Shower” I croaked.

asked with a

and food,” I said, and at that exact moment,

to chime in. “With him or without

of being with him in the shower.

expected Callahan to grow angry, but instead a chuckle escaped his lips. The chuckle turned into full blown laughter as he began howling, clutching his stomach

girl wants to shower…”

and raking a hand through his hair. I looked up at him warily and hesitated

of his looked divine when he laughed and his eyes crinkled at the sides when

stupidly, until he banged a hand on the back of the chair,

turned around and was upon me. His face was inches

any idea how risky it was for you

at him in confusion, and

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You were passed out for almost twelve hours. And you had not eaten anything before you decided to be a masochist and flung yourself in the arena.”

I added

I placed

said, and I