Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter
Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Zenovia

Chapter 11

After what felt like an eternity. I finally managed to look up through the car window It was streakedwith blood and little fragments of skin of the doctor, but I tried not to look at them and insteadfocus on the fight going on a few feet away from

I saw a rogue fly out of one of the windows as shards of glass flew everywhere. He fell to the groundwith a thud and a scream tore through his lungs.

The next moment, Callahan pushed open the door leading into the hospital hallway, his sensesheightened and every muscle in his body coiled with tenslOTY

The acrid scent of smoke and burning debris reached my nostrils, mingling with the metallic t g ofblood when I bit down on my tongue. His eyes darted around, taking in the devastation thatsurrounded him.

His expression was filled with pure wrath as he took three large strides and was near the rogue, whowas struggling to get up.

His spotless clothes were smeared with dust and blood and there was an injury on his forehead, buthe did not seem to even

register it

Hauling the rogue up in his arms as if he was a rucksack, Callahan threw him against a large pillar.The rogue gave a pained whimper, and I heard a bone or two c k.

The rogue never moved again as his body slid to the ground and stayed there. Meanwhile, Callahanhad already switched his attention elsewhere.

The lycan king had just killed a rogue without batting an eyelid. Was he the same man who hadkissed me a few minutes ago?

I suddenly felt afraid of him. What if he learned of my family and decided I was a traitor? The nurse'swords echoed in my

head.

Surely, my step family must have cooked some lies against me.

But then another confusing thought racked my brain- what if he believed them already?

I was brought out of my reverie when another scream tore through the surroundings.

The once pristine corridor was now a battleground, strewn with overturned gurneys, shattered glass,and the remnants of twisted metal.

The flickering lights of the hospital cast an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced along thewalls. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a place where hope and healing had been mercilesslytorn apart.

But Callahan had no time to dwell on the wreckage. His mission was clear-to confront the roguewerewolves that threatened the lives of innocent people.

“Matteo, Drusilla, where the f k are you guys?” He screamed but there was no reply from either ofthem.

And then I saw something on his face that I did not expect to see.

Fear.

Fear that his loved ones were hurt.

I could see the way he clenched his fists and the way he looked around, throwing the rubble awayto see if any of them were buried underneath.

I was feeling a myriad of emotions for a stranger I barely knew-from wariness to desire and hopeand now concern and pity

My heart pounded in my chest, a steady rhythm that drowned out the clamor of destruction.Meanwhile, his grip tightened around the makeshift weapon he had grabbed-a shattered metal rodthat gleamed dully in the dim light.

With cautious steps, Callahan advanced through the corridor, his eyes scanning for any signs ofmovement. He knew the enemy lurked in the shadows, their predatory instincts honed and theirferal forms ready to pounce.

Callahan tensed, his muscles coiling like springs, ready to unleash their power.

Suddenly, a massive figure burst forth from a side room, its snarling visage twisted with fury. Therogue werewolf lunged straight at Callahan, its muscles bulging with raw strength. Saliva drippedfrom its fanged maw, its yellow eyes filled with at primal hunger.

Time seemed to slow as the two opponents locked eyes, a silent understanding passing betweenthem. Callahan's grip tightened on the metal rod, his knuckles turning white. In that moment, heshed his humanity, embracing the Lycan within, and his eyes glinted with pure rage.

With a roar that turned the rogue’s howl into a kitten's meow, Callahan launched himself forward.The werewolf lunged, claws extended, but Callahan sidestepped the attack with lightning-fastreflexes. He swung the metal rod, its jagged edges

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meeting the creature's side with a sickening thud.

A guttural howl escaped the werewolf's throat as it recoiled from the blow. Blood dripped from itswound, staining the tiled.

floor.

At that moment, two more joined him. They all bared their teeth and growled at Callahan. I onlywatched the face-off worriedly, paralyzed with fear.

However, the Lycan King was not deterred. In fact, he raised his hands and beckoned them to comeat him, teasing them with his fingers.

Seeing that, all three rogues lunged at him, their claws slashing through the air like deadly talons.And Callahan smiled. He actually smirked.

HOLY ST!

I only looked at the scene with wide eyes as he moved with the precision of a dancer, his everymovement calculated and purposeful. He ducked and weaved, evading the creature's frenziedonslaught.

And the metal rod felt like an extension of his arm. With every strike, he retaliated, the metal rodcrashing against the beast's hide, leaving trails of crimson in its wake.

The battle raged on, a symphony of violence and desperation. The corridor became a theater ofprimal combat, their roars and grunts merging with the cacophony of destruction outside. Eachblow struck the target and though it looked like he had only flicked his arm to a certain degree,every single wolf went flying into the air and never got up again.

“That's it?" Callahan smirked, “Come on, you guys are boring me to death.”

A man came running in from behind and was about to pounce on Callahan but he did not even lookback at him. His hand. lifted just at the right moment when the attacker was a hair's breadth awayfrom him and his elbow connected with the man’s jaw.

The man, probably also a rogue, howled in pain as blood splattered to the ground and his jawcracked. Callahan turned to look at him and spat.

"At least be man enough to face me instead of attacking me from behind, you mutt”

Callahan raised his foot and stomped on the man's shoulder as he winced in pain.

Finally, with a bone-shattering strike, the rogue werewolf crumpled to the ground, defeated.Callahan stood there, looking at the rogues, none of whom got up after he sent them flying to theground. His clothes were splattered with more blood and he had killed a dozen or so rogues butthere was not even a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Throwing the metal rod away, his gaze flickered briefly to the fallen enemies and I saw him look atthem, fearing he would. replace his people lying among the corpses.

But then two rogues seemed to have heard the cries of their pack member and rushed to the scene.The first rogue lunged, claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Callahan barely hadtime to react, parrying the attack with his makeshift weapon, but it was more than enough. Theforce of the blow sent the rogue howling in pain and I could see the way his shoulder went limpbefore he crashed against a hospital bed and stayed there.

Callahan's car was at an angle that gave me a clear view of the battle raging through the rubble. Hewas about to hit the rogue again, but suddenly, his features softened as he noticed something.“Shit,” He muttered and bent down to pick up the rubble a few feet away. From this distance, I wasnot able to m e out just what he had seen, but there was panic in his voice.

I saw a bloodied hand shoot up and he frantically pushed away even more debris of rods andcement.

Slowly, he pulled the hand up and, to my horror; I saw the face of the girl he had been with earlier.What was her name again?

I could not recall. Callahan slowly was trying to help her get up but her feet were trapped undersomething.

She cried in pain as he was freeing her legs. But then I saw something move in the far right.

A rogue had somehow appeared and was slowly sneaking on him.

“Shit,” I muttered and tried screaming, but my voice was hoarse and it did not go out of the car.The werewolf was closing in on him from behind, as C s busy trying to free the girl.

I tried opening the door and banged my hands upon it, but it didn't budge.

“Shit, did he just lock me in his car?”

Another rogue joined the first one, and they both looked at each other with a sinister look on theirfaces.

I had seen that too often enough

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Think, Zenovia, Think,” I murmured to myself and suddenly recalled that Callahan had given the keyto me.

I got down on all fours again and searched through the car and found it lying beneath the driver'sseat.

I got up again frantically and saw that the werewolves had positioned themselves on two oppositesides, closing in on him while he was busy with taking out the debris.

Even if I ran outside and screamed my lungs out, it would be late...too late.

And in a split second, I made a reckless decision that changed my life forever.

Turning the ignition on, I simply steered the car toward the hospital and drove it straight towardsthe rogues, who were too busy trying to sneak on Callahan.

The car bumped against a big block of cement and flew a little, and just when the two werewolvesjumped in the air, Callahan turned back to look at them.

And before he could react, I slammed the car into both of them from the side, knocking them off asthey were smacked into the half broken wall on the side.

They growled and scraped their claws angrily at the car's hood, trying to escape, but I hit theaccelerator as if my depended on it, and technically it did.

“Just die,” I screamed.

life

Panic and adrenaline coursed through me and I pulled back the car just a few inches beforeramming the hood of the car into their abdomens again with as much force as I could.

They let out an ear-splitting screech, and I saw blood and innards splatter all over the car'swindshield as my heart almost jumped into my mouth.

And in that second, I realized I had become one of them. The bloodthirsty werewolves I had vowedto leave behind...now I was one of them.