Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 24

Chapter 24

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The rain starts as a light drizzle, but within seconds, it's pounding against the balcony like a hundred tiny hammers.

I can barely see through the downpour, but my eyes remain locked on the whip below, the leather coiled like a venomous snake.

Why is the headmaid's whip... on the ground? Seh treasures that a lot considering it's her source of superiority among the

lower ranks.

Beside me, Kallias is eerily quiet. His earlier aggression towards me has been replaced with a strange stillness, as though he's working through a thousand emotions and coming up blank by what he's seeing.

His lips are still smeared with blood from my slap, and if I wasn't so on edge, I'd take satisfaction in it.

The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic drum of rain. And then-

A scream.

A gut-wrenching scream.

It cuts through the storm-a blade, high-pitched and desperate. My head snaps toward the direction of the sound, my heart lurching into my throat. What the fuck was that?

Kallias stiffens beside me, his face paling.

"Shit," I mutter, already moving toward the door. Kallias follows behind me, his steps hesitant at first, but soon we're both sprinting back inside.

The party is in chaos. Omegas are clinging to one another, whispering frantically, while the guests-high-ranking Alphas, Betas, and their delegates-are frozen mid-drink, their eyes wide and fixed on something just beyond the open front doors of the packhouse.

I follow their stares, searching through the crowd, while my pulse raced a hundred beats per minute. The sound of thunder booms overhead, rattling the windows, as I reach the edge of the railing, gripping it tightly, my knuckles begin to turn white.

A woman stands at the entrance adorned with the same flowers I brought from the market, her elegant gown is soaked and clinging to her trembling frame. She's screaming, pointing outside wearing her face with a mask of terror.

"What the hell is going on?" Kallias demands to the crowd, his voice sharp and commanding.

No one answers. Not even being the Alpha's son. They're too busy staring at whoever's outside. Or what...

I rush to the railing, my hands gripping the polished wood as I peer out into the storm. The rain is relentless, sheets of water pouring down, but even through the downpour, I see her.

Someone or something-is crawling toward the packhouse.

Oh my God.

At first, it doesn't register. The figure is barely recognizable, a tattered silhouette against the muddy ground. But as the f drags itself closer, the flickering porch lights illuminate her face, and my stomach lurches. My heart claws its way out of ribs and through my chest at the gore image I'm seeing right now.

The head maid.

Or what's left of her.

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Her body is a mess of blood and torn flesh, her once pristine uniform is now unrecognizable—tattered and ripped. One of her hands is gone-completely gone- leaving a bloody, jagged stump that gushes with every agonizing inch she crawls forward.

"Help me!" she screams, her voice raw and ragged. "Please! Someone help me!" The crowd gasps, recoiling as if her pain is contagious.

This is straight our of hell... As if someone dragged up a soul from the torturing chambers.

"Jesus Christ..."I murmur under my breath, my eyes wide with horror.

She drags herself closer, her remaining fingers and dirty nails clawing at the muddy ground, leaving streaks of red in her wake. My legs feel like they're locked

watch her crawl toward

fuck happened to her?" someone mutters behind

No one answers.

my heart hammering so loud it drowns out the storm. The head maid finally reaches the edge of

the

shadows shifting, the trees bending under

But no. Something's there.

A wolf.

silhouette

wolf. It's a blood

anything but terrifying. The head maid sees it too as she slowly turns to see what we're too busy looking at to help

she screams again, turning to us in haste,

get

lunges, its jaws snapping around her leg with a sickening crunch of her bone. "Ah!" Her scream is unlike anything I've ever heard-raw, guttural,

sharp teeth dug into the head maid's body, off the porch

everyone in the room its not finished

by the sheer brutality unfolding in front of us The wolf disappears into the darkness, taking the head maid with it leaving mud trails in her wake. Her screams echo through the forest, mingling with the sound of

killed as we watched with or own two eyes in fear or helping. "Argh! No!" The sound of her skin being ripped, her bones crushed. It's an agonizing minute of pure, unadulterated, and torturing

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her last howl seeped through everyone as I feel a bond inside of me breaking, h

She's dead.

the railing, my kraukles turning white hoovad me, the pack

She doesn't.

only thing that returns is the

And it's deafening.

floor

and alert and useless, they're

distant

Far too late indeed.

still flood the clearing, their weapons drawn but ultimately useless. They're

long since dissolved into the haunting quiet of the woods,

"What happened now?"

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"She's-she's gone...

I'm moving until I'm pressing against the nearest window, craning my neck to see past the rivulets of rain streaming down the glass. My breath fogs up the pane as my eyes dart wildly,

I

The wolf. The beast.

the tree

it's the eyes that

Red. Glowing.

locking onto mine-a predator sizing

stutters, my fingers gripping the windowsill so hard my knuckles

Fuck.

Crimson eyes.

Crimson fucking eyes.

I've seen those before.

shaking my head as I force myself to look away. The thought claws at the edge of my mind, dark and insistent, but I shove it down, burying it under layers of denial. It's

It's not him.

It can't be him.

memory rises unbidden in my head-the way Enoch's eyes bled

I was attacked as I was doing

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back of the pack house, the raw, savage

rope apart. The sheer

No.

teeth, trying to force the image away. He's too innocent. Too lost with his

Does he?

"Taryn!"

spiral. I whirl around just in time to see him