Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 153

Zenovia

I blinked at him in confusion as he walked away, leaving me staring at him.

Callahan had been so adamant that I go to rest and sleep but now he suddenly wanted to go visit the morgue? Not just that, he also invited me to come over?

What was going on?

I scratched my head as I figured out where Callahan was going with this. Elijah had hurried out of the room to make the arrangements and Callahan walked out of the room to get ready, leaving me blinking.

He had given me a choice for the first time instead of forcing me to stop wanting to meddle in his affairs.

There was no doubt I was going to the morgue. If we got any additional clues about the murders, it would help us locate the Rogue King’s whereabouts.

Sid might take time to find more information given that he was not in direct touch with anyone. And the pub visit was another thing I was willing to do.

I hoped going to both the places would give me enough information to get my plan moving.

Thus, after taking a few breaths, I walked outside the office and bolted straight to my room. I was not going to back away now that I had the chance to possibly inspect a crime scene and proof closely.

Opening the door, I hurriedly opened the wardrobe and put on jeans, a white top, and a light hoodie should I have to hide my face anywhere.

I was not sure who all Sid was talking to and I did not want anybody to see me with Callahan and then report back to the Rogue King. I did not want to get kidnapped again when I was going to willingly step into his cave, disguised with Drusilla’s help.

In five minutes, I was sprinting downstairs, tying the shoelaces, and rushing outside the main door.

Callahan had changed into fresh clothes as well though he had a grim look on his face.

“Never saw someone so happy to visit the morgue” He quipped and Elijah snorted before walking towards the garage to get the car.

“I told you I wanted to be involved,” I said with more conviction than I felt.

Dead bodies are not something I was comfortable looking at. The idea of visiting a morgue itself was unsettling.

I had barely managed to stare at the photos when Sid showed it to me the first time. The only reason I had not puked when I saw them the second time was because the element of surprise was lost.

Yet, the photos did make me feel queasy. So seeing the bodies in person would be a lot more harrowing.

Callahan saw the nervousness on my face and asked, “Are you alright? You can go rest in your room if you are not feeling okay.”

However, I shook my head.

“I am coming and I feel fine.

shrugged, “Suit

the driver’s seat while we both got in the backseat.

each other with your

a look while

his phone and

my jeans pocket and I felt like I should talk to Sid to tell him about the developments

beside me. So, I simply looked outside the

phone rang and he picked up the call.

it was because he did not receive calls from unknown

hear who he

panic and feared she had called him to tell him about my not so

in an annoyingly low voice

did not speak much and only grunted or replied in one word- yes or no. I waited for him to shout at me after the call but that did not happen.

began scrolling through his

sat in nervous anticipation of if he was just letting

cabin of the car suffocating. Luckily, we reached our

the entrance and stepped out to open the door for

building that looked gloomy and forlorn. A single guard was seated outside and he straightened up upon seeing

so much that his face almost touched

don’t have many visitors often so it is an honor to be graced by your

past the guard who me and Elijah a

was a two storey building with a small entrance and flickering yellow lights placed at regular

opening the locks to the front metal door. It was old and

lock was probably a

sound of the key turning inside the lock reached

from the guard

one swift move, the lock clicked open.

it” Callahan grunted and the guard nodded

headlights look before walking ahead and pushing the huge

hand over the bodies to the families who wish to bid farewell to their loved ones as

me as

was always the man my heart could not get enough of but Elijah was the best friend I

kept informing me about how the

of a human concept as werewolves did not handle

morgue just in case there was an unnatural

rotting but the place was

the dull gray walls and gloomy passages,

was sweating profusely. He had a lean build, patches of grey

you wanted to talk to me so I am here

looked at him once, letting his gaze travel from