Chapter 11
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 ss flew everywhere. He fell to the ground
with a thud and a scream tore through his lungs.
The next moment, Cahan 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 threerge 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, Cahan threw him against arge pir. 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, Cahan
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? Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
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 ss,
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 ce where hope and healing had been mercilessly
torn apart.
But Cahan 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, Drusi, 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 mor 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, Cahan 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.
Cahan 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 Cahan, 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.
Cahan’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, Cahanunched himself forward. The
werewolf lunged, ws extended, but Cahan 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 Cahan. 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 toe at
him, teasing them with his fingers.
Seeing that, all three rogues lunged at him, their ws shing through the air like deadly talons.
And Cahan 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 calcted and purposeful. He ducked and weaved, evading the creature’s frenzied
onught.
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?” Cahan smirked, “Come on, you guys are boring me to death.”
A man came running in from behind and was about to pounce on Cahan 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 sttered to the ground and his jaw cracked.
Cahan turned to look at him and spat.
“At least be man enough to face me instead of attacking me from behind, you mutt”
Cahan 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. Cahan
stood there, looking at the rogues, none of whom got up after he sent them flying to the ground. His
clothes were sttered 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, ws shing through the air with deadly precision. Cahan 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.
Cahan’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?
I could not recall. Cahan slowly was trying to help her get up but her feet were trapped under
something.
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 their
faces.
I had seen that too often enough.
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Think, Zenovia, Think,” I murmured to myself and suddenly recalled that Cahan had given the key to
me.
I got down on all fours again and searched through the car and found it lying beneath the driver’s seat.
I got up again frantically and saw that the werewolves had positioned themselves on two opposite
sides, 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 bete…toote.
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 towards the
rogues, who were too busy trying to sneak on Cahan.
The car bumped against a big block of cement and flew a little, and just when the two werewolves
jumped in the air, Cahan turned back to look at them.
And before he could react, I mmed the car into both of them from the side, knocking them off as they
were smacked into the half broken wall on the side.
They growled and scraped their ws angrily at the car’s hood, trying to escape, but I hit the
elerator 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 before ramming
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 stter all over the car’s windshield
as my heart almost jumped into my mouth.
And in that second, I realized I had be one of them. The bloodthirsty werewolves I had vowed to
leave behind…now I was one of them.