Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 12

Chapter 12

We didn't get out of the market fast enough before the bruised ranger's voice rings out behind un horse bur furious "Guards! Over there! Please stop them!"

Oh, you stalking bastard.

My heart plummets, and I can practically hear the thud of my stomach hitting the ground.

I whip my head around just in time to see him pointing toward us, his face red and blotchy from Enoch's chokehold carber

Shit

The heavy thud of boots grows louder, and I don't need to turn to know what's comi

The second the guards turned our way, I knew two things: we were screwed, and this was definitely going to be my fault

somehow.

Not to mention, they're pack warriors. Imperial pack warriors. My hand tightens on Enoch's.

"Run!" I scream.

And we're off

The market becomes a blur of colors and chaos as we tear through the stalls.

Vendors shout in outrage as we knock over baskets and topple displays. Apples roll across the cobblestones like marbles. sending one particularly unlucky shopper sprawling face-first into the mud.

"You little fuckers!" He yells elbow-deep on the muddy ground.

"Sorry!" I yell over my shoulder, though I'm not sure they care about my apology while we're causing this much carnage.

Enoch stays close, his long legs eating up the distance with ease. He's silent and focused, but I can feel that same scary aural radiating off him in waves.

A sharp whistle pierces the air, and my stomach flips.

They're gaining on us. Oh Goddess.

"Faster!" I hiss, though my lungs are already burning, and my legs feel like they're about to give out.

We veer into a narrow alley, the walls pressing in on either side. The cobblestones are slick with rainwater, and I nearly lose. my footing, grabbing Enoch's arm for balance.

He steadies me without a word-his grip firm but careful.

"This way!" I yank him down another path, this one hidden by overgrown bushes and tangled vines and an oaktree I learned to love.

The rain starts to fall, light at first, then harder, soaking through my clothes and turning the ground into a muddy mess. Great fucking timing

My hair sticks to my face, my boots squelching with every step, but I don't stop. I can't stop.

"Stop right there!"

The shouts from the Imperial Pack warriors grow tinter, but I don't trust it. Not

yet.

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We push through the underbrush, branches scraping at my arms and snagging on my clothes. My heart pounds in my chest. with each beat reminding me of what's at stake right now.

If we're caught, it' Lover

The Imperial Pack doesn't play games. They'll drag us back to their territory, and call our Pack Representatives. I know exactly who'll be called to pick us up like misbehaving kids at a principal's office-Gamma Abel.

I promised him that my so-called boyfriend here wouldn't cause any disasters!

And if Kallas finds out about this, he'll have Enoch kicked out of the Riverstone Pack before I can blink. He's waiting for this. exact opportunity for us to fuck up anyway.

"Keep going." I urge, though I'm pretty sure Enoch doesn't need the encouragement.

The path opens up into a clearing, and my breath catches in my throat. Nostalgia hits me like a sucker punch to the

This place.

It's been years, but I'd recognize it anywhere.

gut.

The thick underbrush, the canopy of trees that barely lets in any light, the faint scent of moss and rain-soaked earth-it's: where Kallias and I used to sneak off

to.

a cocky boy too afraid of his

to be such a trouble maker and the Alpha, his father, would scold him to death. After all, an heir to one

a

time when I was stupid enough to believe I mattered to

a pang of bitterness

Focus, Taryn.

us to the bone. My boots slide on the

reach the cave. Hidden behind a curtain of ivy, it's the same one Kallias and I

the vines aside and drag Enoch inside, collapsing

is deafening, broken only by the steady patter of

my stomach twists. His lips are pale, his skin

What the hell?

I murmur,

doesn't respond, his green eyes

bubbles in my chest and I reach out to him,

forehead. He's cold-too cold.

mutter

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I shift into my

für warm and thick as

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even sitting down, and I

fuzzy scarf trying to cover

want to die

think, though I'm not sure who

heavier, the sound almost soothing if it weren't for

who is now leaning into the warmth of my fur,

slow and steady now, but his expression still

at least this man's not going to die anytime

I mutter, my voice

answer, of

Dr. Lisa about it later. About

sometimes seems to betray his

might be

his wolf and shift

hoping my warmth is

earlier.

the cave is heavier

breathing evening out as I

I shift back into my

just need to

of my situation

have nothing

back at the

Then back at myself.

Oh, shit.

It was the

the missing

as I look around for anything to cover, not bothering to peek out to see if he's listening. The last thing I need is for him to see more than he

uh...I clear my throat, feeling the heat rise to my

soft grunt tells me

"Strip." I demand.

There's a pause.

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did I just

peek

like a contured proppe

demurely misunderstanding

my hand in a flustered motion Crimson is rising up my face and it's begining to feel hotter than

think he's going to ask why Please don't. The last thing I want to say is I just

warm

as he peels it off almost

I yelp as he starts walking toward the boulder with his shirt in

closer. Just toss

looking mildly offended but

over the rock

it up, pulling it over my head and inhaling the faint

cross-legged near the cave

still as hot, Gosh, why did

pulling the oversized shirt tight around me. I don't have any underwear

the sound of rain

green eyes flickering with something dark and unreadable. He rubs his temples, his fingers digging into his damp hair as an