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

he

was not in the right frame of mind. I slowly grabbed the rod and made my way towards the window that was on the opposite

windowpane was creaking while it swayed in the

way towards the bed, fearing that he was crouched on all fours beside it.

the bed,

did he go?‘ I wondered and turned my head to either side to look

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

was nothing.

loud, hoping to reach the humanity inside

suddenly something sprang out from under the bed and grabbed me by

I felt two

I saw his face. But there was nothing human about him. He looked as if he

rich shade of crimson and there were long black claws growing

in the flickering light of the night lamp that he had smashed to the ground. He was still hot to the touch, but his face and arms were devoid of

please stop. You are hurting me.” I said between

let out a growl, and I tried again, somehow my wolf feeding

it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong

faded. His entire eye looked blood

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

my Lycan King, not the angry monster I am seeing right

much more resolve and firmness

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

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

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

what I was doing.

I bent down and grabbed a towel to wipe the

be okay. El

up at me, “What did he tell

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

bleeding wound, he shook his head and tried

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