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

if he hurt

the right frame of mind. I slowly grabbed the rod and made

me, and the windowpane was creaking while

bed, fearing that he was

bed,

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

something brush my ankle. Turning around wildly, I brandished the

there was nothing.

don’t do this.” I said out loud, hoping to reach the

out from under the bed

from my hands as I felt two massive hands push me to

nothing human about him. He looked as

were now a rich shade of crimson and there

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

said between tears

feeding me with courage when

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

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

his head when my words reached him and I saw the crimson color retreat. A faint flicker of golden shone

Lycan King, not the angry monster I am seeing right now. Give

with much more resolve and firmness in my

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 was flowing down, soaking the bandages completely.

he was fighting so hard to regain control of his body and badly injured. I could not leave

what I

a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

to be okay. El went to bring

at me, “What did he tell you?”

her and to not let

on his bleeding wound, he shook his head and tried

go.” He said and winced again as fresh blood oozed out when he tried