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.

part like he's about to say something

beat

"You're free now."

His grip tightens. But I don't hear what he

finally

up

the edge of my consciousness.

my throat raw and scratchy,

The scent of herbs and antiseptic clings

nose.

blink sluggishly. The room is dim,

I

Enoch.

up.

what the conversation is about

my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay steady as I tune

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

know most wolves don't survive a

"Yeah, I

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

doesn't respond immediately. I picture him

want," he mutters after a beat, voice

wolf, too."

chuckles. "Good. Then you won't have to

coils in my

but I still

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