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

he

frame of mind. I slowly grabbed the rod and made my way towards the window

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

bed, fearing that he was crouched

when I slowly crossed the length of the bed, I saw that the floor was empty

and turned my head to either side to look for him.

the window when I suddenly felt something brush my ankle.

there was

out loud, hoping to reach

from under the bed and

fell from my hands as I felt two

was nothing human about him. He looked as if he was

now a rich shade of crimson and there were

of the night lamp that he had smashed to the ground. He was still hot to

I said between tears as his face

wolf feeding me with courage when

your Lycan. Fight it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong and powerful one.

at me in confusion. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red except for the black dot in

words reached him and I saw the crimson color retreat. A faint flicker of golden shone in his eyes

I know you can hear me. You are my Lycan King, not the angry monster I am seeing right now. Give

with much more resolve and firmness in

and he stopped growling. The canines that had protruded out of his mouth and sliced

voice, his normal voice as he

the thrashing and yelling, the wounds had reopened themselves

so hard to regain control of his body and badly injured. I could not

that is what I was

his words, I bent down and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off

going to be okay. El

me, “What did

her and to not let you out of

bleeding wound, he shook his head and tried to position himself to lean by

and winced again as