Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Just... gone.

His voice is closer now. Shaking. Panicked. Hands grab my shoulders, pulling me

up, and suddenly I'm cradled in his lap, his scent surrounding me like a cruel

joke.

"Taryn, please," Kallias begs, pressing his forehead against mine. "What did you

do?"

His fingers stroke my face, desperate, disbelieving, his breath coming in short,

frantic bursts.

"I-I'll

change," he promises, his voice cracking. "I swear to you, just-just tell me

how to fix this."

I let out a wet, broken laugh, because of course. Now he wants to fix things. Now

that I'm bleeding out in his arms, choking on my own fucking insides.

I lift a trembling hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his cheek. His blue

eyes are blown wide, rimmed with red. terror twisting his features into something

unrecognizable.

like he's about to say something else-maybe another plea,

beat

"You're free now."

breath stutters. His grip tightens. But I don't hear what he says next,

finally swallows

wake up

low, just beyond the edge of my

throat raw and scratchy, my body like dead weight

of herbs and antiseptic clings to the air,

nose.

sluggishly. The room is

I hear

Enoch.

body locks up. My

know what the conversation is about yet, but I

keep my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay

a man's voice says-calm, clinical.

know most wolves don't survive a full

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah,

the doctor hums. "And

doesn't respond immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw clenched,

after a beat, voice rough. "Bond

wolf, too."

you won't have to worry much

sick feeling coils

but I

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