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

death. After all, an heir to one of the strongest packs in the continent shouldn't be

was a great

time when I was stupid enough to believe I mattered

to send a pang of bitterness through me, but

Focus, Taryn.

bone. My boots slide on the wet ground, and I barely manage to keep myself

we reach the cave. Hidden behind a curtain of ivy, it's the same one Kallias and I used to hide in, though it feels

Enoch inside, collapsing against the

deafening, broken only by the steady patter of

massive frame shuddering. I glance at him and my stomach twists. His lips are pale, his skin on the other hand is almost

What the hell?

I

doesn't respond, his green

chest and I reach out to him, pressing

forehead. He's cold-too cold.

I mutter under my

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shift

für warm and thick as

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sitting down,

fuzzy scarf trying to cover

want

I'm not sure who

grows heavier, the sound almost soothing if it

is now leaning into the warmth of

and steady now, but his expression

at least this man's not going to die anytime soon' My wolf murmurs before

mutter, my voice

answer,

ask Dr. Lisa about it later.

body sometimes seems to betray

that might be

with his wolf and shift in

keep him close, hoping my warmth is enough to chase away whatever shadows linger in

earlier.

silence in the cave is heavier than the rain pouring

finally subsided, his breathing evening out as I

into my human form, finally

we just need to get

reality of my situation slaps

nothing on. Zilch.

the exact spot I shifted to my wolf

Then back at myself.

Oh, shit.

lay on the spot I shifted It was the dress and the

and finally turns to the missing warmth

to see if he's listening. The last thing I need is for him to

the heat rise to my

soft grunt tells me he's

"Strip." I demand.

There's a pause.

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I

peek around the boulder,

like a contured proppe

demurely

meant I mp, waving my hand in a flustered motion Crimson is rising up my face

Please don't. The last thing I want to say

warm

chest as he peels it off almost makes the Sone

walking toward the boulder

closer.

mid-step, looking mildly offended but does as I say, throwing

over the rock

pulling it over my head and inhaling the faint scent of pine and earth that clings to

emerge from behind the boulder, he's sitting cross-legged near the cave wall, his eyes scanning me with an intensity that makes

good" He mutter, voice hoarse but still as hot, Gosh, why did he have

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

in silence, the sound of rain

with something dark and unreadable. He rubs his temples, his