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.

through the window in such a state?

if he hurt

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

and the windowpane was creaking

to steady my nerves, I made my way towards the bed, fearing that he was crouched on all fours

when I slowly crossed the length of the bed, I saw that the

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

my ankle. Turning around wildly, I brandished the rod in front of me defensively.

there was nothing.

loud, hoping to reach the humanity inside

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

fell from my hands as I felt

nothing human about him.

of crimson and there were long black claws growing out

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

stop. You are hurting me.” I said between tears as his face was close

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

your Lycan. Fight it. You are Callahan. You are human. A

crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red except for

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

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

said with much more resolve and

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

normal voice

in all the thrashing and yelling, the wounds had reopened themselves to some extent because blood was flowing down, soaking the bandages completely.

like he said. But he was fighting so hard to regain control of his body and badly injured. I could not leave him alone in such a state. Plus, Elijah had asked me to not let him

is what I

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

are going to be okay. El went to

up at me, “What did he

her and to not let you out

his head and tried to position himself to lean by

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