Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 11
Zenovia
Chapter 11
After what felt like an eternity. I finally managed to look up through the car window It was streaked with blood and little fragments of skin of the doctor, but I tried not to look at them and instead focus 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 ground with a thud and a scream tore through his lungs.
The next moment, Callahan pushed open the door leading into the hospital hallway, his senses heightened and every muscle in his body coiled with tensIOTY
The acrid scent of smoke and burning debris reached my nostrils, mingling with the metallic t g of blood when I bit down on my tongue. His eyes darted around, taking in the devastation that surrounded him.
His expression was filled with pure wrath as he took three large strides and was near the rogue, who was struggling to get up.
His spotless clothes were smeared with dust and blood and there was an injury on his forehead, but he 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, Callahan had already switched his attention elsewhere.
The lycan king had just killed a rogue without batting an eyelid. Was he the same man who had kissed 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’s words 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 the walls. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a place where hope and healing had been mercilessly torn apart.
But Callahan had no time to dwell on the wreckage. His mission was clear-to confront the rogue werewolves 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 of them.
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 away to 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 hope and 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 rod that gleamed dully in the dim light.
With cautious steps, Callahan advanced through the corridor, his eyes scanning for any signs of movement. He knew the enemy lurked in the shadows, their predatory instincts honed and their feral 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. The rogue werewolf lunged straight at Callahan, its muscles bulging with raw strength. Saliva dripped from 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 between them. Callahan’s grip tightened on the metal rod, his knuckles turning white. In that moment, he shed 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-fast reflexes. 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 its wound, staining the tiled.
floor.
At that moment, two more joined him. They all bared their teeth and growled at Callahan. I only watched the face-off worriedly, paralyzed with fear.
However, the Lycan King was not deterred. In fact, he raised his hands and beckoned them to come at 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 S T!
I only looked at the scene with wide eyes as he moved with the precision of a dancer, his every movement calculated and purposeful. He ducked and weaved, evading the creature’s frenzied onslaught.
And the metal rod felt like an extension of his arm. With every strike, he retaliated, the metal rod crashing 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 of primal combat, their roars and grunts merging with the cacophony of destruction outside. Each blow 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 look back at him. His hand. lifted just at the right moment when the attacker was a hair’s breadth away from 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 jaw cracked. 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 the ground. His clothes were splattered with more blood and he had killed a dozen or so rogues but there 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 at them, fearing he would. find 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 had time to react, parrying the attack with his makeshift weapon, but it was more than enough. The force of the blow sent the rogue howling in pain and I could see the way his shoulder went limp before 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. He was 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 was not 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 and cement.
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?