Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 115

Zenovia

Callahan threw the vases and furniture around as I closed the door and looked for something to hide behind. The problem was that the room had barely any furniture except the necessities.

Callahan was growling, and he went towards the door, but I tried to attract his attention towards me. There were a lot of servants and maids in the mansion. I hoped nobody would come here looking for the cause of all the ruckus.

“Callahan,” I screamed when he punched at the doors and crawled at them in an effort to get out. He was ignoring me and there was something wild about him, feral even.

He was filled with uncontrollable rage…as if something had flipped a switch off inside him. He did not look human from any angle.

And then he grew even more angrier and began thrashing violently. His hands thudded loudly against the door, pounding on it.

I put my hands on my ears to drown out the noise while peering at him with a mixture of worry and horror.

I had always seen him calm and composed, always in control, not in such a maniacal frenzy.

He twitched and thrashed and I saw the way some fur sprouted on his back all of a sudden. His bones snapped and creaked horribly as his hands transformed into claws… partially.

It was as if his Lycan was trying to break out, and he was fighting it. He was thrashing violently as his Lycan’s wild instincts were trying to take over and overwhelm him.

I went deathly still when I saw him half transformed; the claws protruding out of his hands and disappearing as he fought an internal battle.

I stayed deadly silent and even put a hand on my mouth as I saw him struggle. The sounds he was making… were vicious and enough to make a shiver run down my spine.

Suddenly, I was wondering if being trapped with him here in this room was a smart idea. I looked around to find something to hide behind or defend myself with. My gaze landed on an iron rod kept behind the wardrobe.

I slowly inched towards it as Callahan fought his Lycan. He had probably forgotten I was around. So I took that chance to slowly make my way towards the only weapon I could find.

Callahan had his hands on his head, holding it as he groaned in pain and fell on the floor with a thud when his knees gave under him.

I took one step at a time and my fingers brushed against the rod’s surface when I noticed that the growling had suddenly stopped.

The room had gone eerily silent. Confused and afraid, I looked around, but Callahan was nowhere to be seen.

But he was right here, and the door was closed too. My eyes went towards the windows.

One of the servants had partially opened it to let air inside.

had escaped through the window in such a

if he hurt

of mind. I slowly grabbed the rod and made my way towards the window that was on the opposite side of

bed was in front of me, and the windowpane was creaking while it swayed in

my nerves, I made my way towards the bed, fearing that

the length of the bed, I saw that the floor was

my head

almost reached the window when I suddenly felt something brush my ankle. Turning around wildly, I brandished the rod in front of

was nothing.

out loud, hoping to

something sprang out from under the

fell from my hands as I felt two massive hands push me to the

nothing human about him. He looked as if he

shade of crimson and there

claws glinted in the flickering light of the night lamp that he had smashed to the ground. He was still

said between tears as his face

and I tried again, somehow my wolf feeding me with courage when I should have

it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong and powerful one.

confusion. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red

crimson color retreat. A faint flicker of golden shone in his eyes while

my Lycan King, not the

said with much more resolve and

changed and he stopped growling. The canines that had protruded out of his mouth and sliced his lips seemed to

I heard his voice, his normal voice as he released me and pushed

yelling, the wounds had reopened themselves to some extent because blood was flowing down, soaking the

body and badly injured. I could not leave him alone in such a state. Plus, Elijah had

what I

words, I bent down and grabbed a towel to

be okay. El

Calahan looked up at me, “What did

to get her and to not let

hand on his bleeding wound, he shook his head and tried to position himself to

me. When I ask you to go, you go.” He said and winced again as fresh blood oozed out when he tried to sit up.