Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 129

Zenovia

“Callahan!” I cried out and tried to reach for him, but it was as if I could not move. I felt I was rooted to my spot and could not take a step forward.

Some invisible barrier seemed to block my way ahead.

“Callahan!! Look at me!!” I cried again, and it was then that I realized that my voice was not reaching him.

In fact, he was not even looking at me. He had his back turned to me and was staring into nothingness.

The skies above grew turbulent and the clear sky became angry as black clouds and swirls of winds appeared out of nowhere.

The winds were roaring loudly as I saw the scene before me grow hazy. I tried to focus on Callahan, but he seemed to watch the turbulence with a detached longing.

“Callahan!! Watch out!!” I cried and banged my hands on the invisible walls, but the attempt was futile.

I tried speaking to the voice, “What is going on? What is the meaning of all this?” but again was met with silence.

Somehow, my voice wasn’t reaching the other side, but I could see and hear whatever was going on the other side of the invisible wall pretty clearly.

I moved to the side to get a better view of what was going on.

The winds stopped roaring fiercely for a second and I saw the shadows of someone, a girl, looking at him.

She had a pale face but was very beautiful. Her long hair cascaded down her back and the long black dress she was wearing accentuated her figure even more.

Callahan slowly reached for her face as tears were streaming down the face of the girl. There was some distance between them and the girl was limping, her feet unsteady as she took one step after another at him.

I saw the way her hands clutched her stomach and she let out a pained whimper.

“Cal…” she said weakly, and he immediately went towards her. He cradled her in his arms, scooping her up in his embrace but his legs were shaking too.

of both of them so he fell

said as she attempted to smile at him. Callahan was crying, tears streaming down his face as he gingerly reached

not seem angry at him. He was sobbing pitifully and reached for the wound on her stomach that was oozing out

hands became smeared with blood.

fault. You should not be paying the price for this” He said,

a raw pain in his voice and I was ashamed of

or what was her relationship with Callahan but

the verge of death and based on his reaction;

raspy breath and pushed the hair plastered to her forehead back, wiping the sweat off

cannot leave me.”

at him or

raised her hand to touch

“…in here…”

been so focused on the two that I did not even see a figure a few feet away from them.

long, flowy robe, all black, and was hovering in the

help the wounded or appease the distraught. It only stayed where it was,

figure, but the hood was lowered enough to hide the face. There was a

make of it, it appeared to be wooden, but I could not be

long gloves, all black, and the tip of

pain? That was no fault of hers. Please, I beg you

and proud, and his voice would sound arrogant, but only now did he sound weak,

no business with. Yet, you kept

voice said coldly.

growled, “She is not at fault for this. I was the culprit. So please spare her.

woman made no effort to console him.

it will disturb the balance of nature. You have tipped the weighing scale to the wrong side. I

tears off his face, he asked,