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.

lips part like he's about to

beat

"You're free now."

But I don't hear what he

darkness finally swallows

up to

just beyond the edge of my consciousness. My head

throat raw and scratchy, my

and antiseptic clings to the

nose.

blink sluggishly. The room

then I hear

Enoch.

locks up. My pulse

conversation is about yet, but

my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay

stabilized," a man's voice says-calm,

You know most wolves don't

Kallias. "Yeah, I

pause. Then the doctor hums. "And yet... you

respond immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw clenched,

a beat,

wolf, too."

Then you won't

feeling coils in my

but I still catch

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Thu, 20 Mar