Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 130

Zenovia

My breathing was ragged, and I had trouble focusing on the surroundings. My legs were wobbly as I

paved my way through the forest, trying not to trip.

The scene I had seen with my own eyes…it had left me shaken. Who was that girl? And why had she

died?

Based on the appearance of the hooded figure in the scene and the one hovering in front of me, it

seemed that both of them were the same.

The witch was there when the girl, Aisy, died. And…Callahan looked utterly distraught when she was

injured and taking her last breaths.

What could be the cause of her death? He had argued with the witch that it was not Aisy’s fault, but

that it was his.

And the witch said that I had to leave him if I did not want to suffer the same fate. Why did she say

that?

And why not show me her face or reveal her identity? There were so many questions in my head, each

thought more confusing than the other.

Clutching my chest, I slowly made my way toward the mansion walls and back to the huge front yard.

It was still night time, and the coast was clear, so I slipped in through the gates and headed straight to

my room.

My throat felt dry, and I was sweating profusely. Taking the support of the walls and the railing, I slowly

made my way towards the kitchen and opened the fridge..

Instead of taking a glass to pour some water in it, I directly put the bottle to my mouth after removing

the cap, gulping down as if I had run a marathon.

By the time I finished drinking the water, my breathing had calmed down a little. Wiping my face with

the back of my hand, I refilled the empty bottle and put it back in the fridge.

I gave a startled cry when I saw a familiar face staring at me when I closed the fridge door.

10:45

“Goddess, you startled me,” I said.

Callahan smiled, “I was feeling thirsty too”

He said and grabbed a bottle from the fridge while studying me. “Are you alright?”

I was not. But I was not sure if he would answer me.

“Not really,” I answered, and he asked again, “Nightmare?”

“Who is Aisy?” I blurted out without thinking and he almost sprayed the water he was about to swallow

on my face.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at me. “Where did you even hear that name?”

He countered, and I replied, “That is not an answer to my question.”

Placing the bottle on the table, he asked, “Did you meet someone? Is someone messing with your

head, Zee?”

He grabbed my shoulders and inspected me, but I pushed his hand away.

“Answer me first. Your reaction tells me that she was real. That I did not imagine everything.”

Callahan ran a hand through his hair. “Imagine what? Speak clearly, Zee.”

“I saw someone…or I didn’t see someone to be honest. But this person showed me a scene in which a

girl died and you begged that person, who I assume is a witch, to save the girl. But the witch only said

that she would help Aisy in her journey to the afterlife.”

I said and Callahan’s face drained of all color.

“Is that true?” I asked, and he tried to pacify me. “Look Zee, your nightmare was really bad. You should

rest and-”

“No!” I said with much more anger than I felt.

“I agreed to be your anchor, and you agreed to not keep any secrets. Please Callahan, I cannot help

you if you keep hiding things from me.”

“Zee, you just became my anchor. You need time to adjust and-”

But I cut him again, “If you won’t tell me, I will go find answers on my own. Isn’t it better that you tell me

things yourself?”

10:45

Callahan let out a defeated sigh and answered, “You will not like the

answers, Zee. That is the only reason I don’t wish to burden you with that information.”

At least, he did not deny answering me this time.

“I can handle it, whatever you wish to share. I would rather not live in the dark.”

“Fine then. But not here. Let us go to my office.”

Callahan’s shoulders slumped, and he guided me to his office, holding my hand with his. He held my Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

hand firmly, letting his fingers intertwine with mine. It was not as if I would run away somewhere or he

would lose me, but the way he held my hand told me he was afraid of what was going to happen next.

That made me nervous, but I was more curious to find out about the witch and if whatever she showed

me was the truth.

Our footsteps fell softly on the carpet as we climbed up the stairs and he opened the door of the office.

Making me sit on one of the chairs, he pulled another in front of me and took both of my hands in his.

“The scene that you saw…it was real. The girl that you saw in it was real, too. I have been avoiding

telling you a big secret of my life all this time because I did not know if you could handle it. But I believe

Mirabel decided to take matters into her own hands.”

Callahan said, as he gently brushed his thumb over the inside of my

wrist.

“Who is Mirabel?” I asked.

“The witch who showed you the memory. She is the high sorceress and used to be an ally.”

“A witch? I did not think witches existed. They are folklore.”

Callahan gave a humorless chuckle. “So who do you think still has the power to put hexes and curses

on living beings and inanimate objects alike?”

I fumbled, “I…I thought you did something against the wish of this witch and she was the one to curse

you.”

10:45

He shook his head, “Nope. Selene left me to fend for myself long ago, like an abandoned child. Mirabel

waged a war against Selene, who used her children as a pawn in it. Countless people lost their lives,

entire races were wiped and the werewolf population almost came to an extinction.”

Callahan continued with a grim face.

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I am a Lycan and I was chosen as the Lycan King. Do you know who chose me to be fit enough for

that title?” He asked.

I had never really thought about it.

“I was an ordinary werewolf once, loyal and compassionate. I belong to the ‘First Children’, the first

werewolves that were created by Selene to thwart Mirabel.”

“Selene specially created you?” I asked, confusion evident on my face.

“Sounds too good to be true, right? The rivalry between Mirabel and Selene goes back to ancient

times. Mirabel wanted Selene’s throne and a loyal army of followers so she created more witches while

Selene realized that ordinary werewolves did not stand a chance against the powerful witches and

wizards. So, she created lycans, ‘The First Children’ to fight the battle for her. And I was their king and

commander in chief.”

Callahan had a faraway look in his eyes as he continued to explain.

“We were designed to kill, to hurt, and maim people. We were awarded superior strength, better

reflexes, and faster speed to hunt Mirabel’s forces, to kill them so that Selene could establish her

dominion over planet.”

“I…I don’t believe this. Selene is our Goddess, Cal. She can never be so selfish, so cunning.”

Callahan scoffed, “Selfishness is not a human trait. Even Gods and demons have emotions and

feelings, even they are driven by greed and hunger for power.”

I cast him a worried glance as he continued, “Reality is stranger than fiction. But, to give you the most

basic truth, it was not Mirabel, the witch who cursed me, but Selene, your beloved Moon Goddess

herself.”

“What?”