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."

tightens. But I don't

finally swallows

up to

the edge of my consciousness. My head feels

split open, my throat raw and scratchy, my body like

herbs and antiseptic clings to the air,

nose.

The room is dim, warm,

then I hear

Enoch.

body locks up. My pulse

the conversation is

breathing to stay

have stabilized," a man's voice

know most wolves

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah,

pause. Then the doctor hums.

immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw

after a beat, voice rough. "Bond or

wolf, too."

you won't have

coils in my

voice lowers, but I still

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