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.

escaped through the

he hurt himself?

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

windowpane was creaking while

my way towards the bed,

of the bed, I

turned my head to either side

reached the window when I suddenly felt something brush my ankle. Turning around wildly, I

there was nothing.

I said out loud, hoping to reach

under the bed and grabbed me by the

rod fell from my hands as I felt two

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

a rich shade of crimson and there were long

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

me.” I said between

wolf feeding me with courage when I should have passed out

not your Lycan. Fight it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong and powerful one. You

saw him stare at me in confusion. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red

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

are my Lycan King, not the angry monster I am seeing right now. Give him back to me.”

resolve and

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

normal voice as he released me and pushed me aside.

reopened themselves to some extent because blood

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

what

and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off

okay. El went to

looked up at me, “What did

was going to get her and to not let you

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

go.” He said and winced