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.

What if he had escaped through the window in such a state?

What if he hurt himself?

He was not in the right frame of mind. I slowly grabbed the rod and made my way towards the window that was on the opposite side of the room.

The bed was in front of me, and the windowpane was creaking while it swayed in the wind.

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

But when I slowly crossed the length of the bed, I saw that the floor was empty too.

‘Where did he go?‘ I wondered and turned my head to either side to look for him.

I had almost reached the window when I suddenly felt something brush my ankle. Turning around wildly, I brandished the rod in front of me defensively.

But there was nothing.

“C–Cal–Callahan? Please don’t do this.” I said out loud, hoping to reach the humanity inside him.

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

The rod fell from my hands as I felt two massive hands push me to the wall.

Up close, I saw his face. But there was nothing human about him. He looked as if he was possessed.

His golden eyes were now a rich shade of crimson and there were long black claws growing out of his fingers.

The claws glinted 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 and arms were devoid of fur.

“Callahan, please stop. You are hurting me.” I said between tears as his face was close to mine.

He let out a growl, and I tried again, somehow my wolf feeding me with courage when I should have passed out from fear.

“You are not your Lycan. Fight it. You are Callahan. You are human. A strong and powerful one. You can do it”

I said and I saw him stare at me in confusion. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded. His entire eye looked blood red except for the black dot in the centre. The veins and the white inside his eyes had all turned crimson.

But he shook his head when my words reached him and I saw the crimson color retreat. A faint flicker of golden shone in his eyes while sweat was still glistening on his face.

“Please, I know you can hear me. You are my Lycan King, not the angry monster I am seeing right now. Give him back to me.”

I said with much more resolve and firmness in my voice.

His expressions changed and he stopped growling. The canines that had protruded out of his mouth and sliced his lips seemed to retreat back too.

“Go away” I heard his voice, his normal voice as he released me and pushed me aside.

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

I should have run away just 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 out of sight.

So that is what I was doing.

Ignoring his words, I bent down and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

“Shh, you are going to be okay. El went to bring Dru.”

At that, Calahan looked up at me, “What did he tell you?”

“Just that he was going to get her and to not let you out of my sight”

Placing one hand on his bleeding wound, he shook his head and tried to position himself to lean by the bedpost.

“You listen to me. When I ask you to go, you go.” He said and winced again as fresh blood oozed out when he tried to sit up.

“Wait, let me help you” I said and tried to help him sit comfortably. I had never seen him so weak, so fragile.

Despite his weak protests, I helped him sit up as he continued to take ragged breaths. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I…I am not in control, Zee. Go. Please go” He said but I only wiped the sweat off his torso and looked for a new towel to hold onto the wound.

“Press this” I said, taking a towel out of the wardrobe while checking his temperature.

It had reduced a little. He was not burning like a furnace anymore.

But he was still injured. He took the towel from my hand and pressed it against the injury.

“How did you get that?” I asked and he answered while taking deep, ragged breaths.

His voice sounded raspy and

“Just an accident. But please, go…I can hurt you.”

I looked him in the eye and replied, “You won’t”

For a moment, he just kept staring at me and I saw the way the red in his eyes completely disappeared and he looked human again.

Almost human.

“How do you know I wont?” He asked and I wondered about the answer.

I did not know that for sure. I had seen him kill rogues as if they were flies and flung them around like deadweights.

“I just…know”

I smiled at him to which he replied, “You don’t know everything”

Before I knew what was going on, he picked me up from the floor, dropped me out of the room and closed the door from inside.

“No wait, Cal…don’t do this”

I said and banged on the door but I heard the unmistakable sound of growling and claws scarping the wood of the door again.

“No, Cal, please, open the door” I begged and pleaded but I continued to hear the table and chair smashing on the floor.

Worried, I hastily dug out my phone and dialed Elijah, “Where the hell are you?”

I was panicked and afraid… afraid that… Callahan would hurt himself…not that he would hurt others or hurt me.