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.

if he had escaped through the window in such a

if he hurt

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

made my way towards the bed, fearing that he was crouched on all fours beside

the bed, I saw that the floor was empty

go?‘ I wondered and turned my head to either side to look for him.

felt something brush my ankle.

was nothing.

said out loud, hoping to reach the humanity

sprang out from under the bed and grabbed me by

as I felt two

nothing human

now a rich shade of crimson and there were long black claws

smashed to the ground. He was still hot to the touch, but his face and arms were devoid of

between tears as his face was close

a growl, and I tried again, somehow my wolf feeding me with courage

Lycan. Fight it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong and powerful one. You can do it”

saw him stare at me in confusion. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red except for the black dot in the centre. The veins and the white inside his eyes had all turned

crimson color retreat. A faint flicker of golden shone in his eyes while sweat was still glistening on

are my Lycan King, not the angry monster I am

with much more resolve and

canines that had protruded out of his mouth and sliced his lips seemed to retreat

voice as he released

panting hard, and in all the thrashing and yelling, the wounds had reopened themselves to some extent because blood was

hard to regain control of his body and badly injured. I could not leave him alone in such a

is what I was doing.

and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

be okay. El

me, “What did he tell you?”

going to get her and to not let you out of my

shook his head and tried to position himself to lean by the bedpost.

you to go, you go.” He said and winced again as fresh blood