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.

“Suit

outside and got in the driver’s seat while we both got in

kill each other with your death stares, please.”

him a look while

simply pulled out his phone and began scrolling

I felt like I should talk to Sid to tell him about the developments and also ask him if he got any

do that with Callahan sitting beside me. So, I simply looked outside

phone rang and he picked up

he knew who it was because he did not receive calls from unknown

who he

called him to tell him about my not so glorious and foolproof

speaking in an annoyingly low voice

or no. I waited for him to shout

the call and began

in nervous anticipation of if he was just letting the

cabin of the car suffocating. Luckily, we reached our destination in

car outside the entrance and stepped out to open the door for Callahan but he had already

forlorn. A single guard was seated outside and he straightened up

down so much that his face almost touched the

so it is an honor to be

past the guard who me and Elijah a

with a small entrance and flickering yellow lights placed

It was old and creaked horribly

was probably

key turning

took the key from the guard after he struggled a little.

swift move, the lock

Callahan grunted and the guard nodded

had a deer caught in the headlights look before

to the families who wish to bid farewell to their loved ones as they choose. However, since this

as we

enough of but Elijah was the best friend

as Elijah kept informing me about how the place

of a human concept as werewolves did not handle crimes as humans did, and pack wars were

a morgue just in case there was an unnatural

worn out condition of the morgue. It was not decaying or rotting but the place was not on everybody’s list of sightseeing so it had

the dull gray walls and gloomy passages, a man hurriedly came rushing towards us.

build, patches of grey hair could be seen in his head and there were bags under

you wanted to

gaze travel from head