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.

he's about to say

beat him

"You're free now."

I don't hear what

darkness finally swallows

wake up

edge of my

raw and scratchy, my

and antiseptic clings to

nose.

blink sluggishly. The room is dim, warm,

I hear his

Enoch.

body locks up.

know what the conversation is

my breathing to stay

vitals have stabilized," a man's voice says-calm, clinical.

You know most wolves don't survive a

"Yeah, I fucking

the doctor hums. "And yet...

respond immediately. I picture him shifting

the one I want," he mutters after a beat, voice

wolf, too."

"Good. Then you won't have to worry

sick feeling coils

voice lowers, but I still

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