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.

to say something else-maybe another plea,

I beat him

"You're free now."

stutters. His grip tightens. But I don't

darkness finally swallows me

wake up to

low, just beyond the edge of my

open, my throat raw and scratchy, my body

and antiseptic clings to the air, burning

nose.

sluggishly. The room is dim,

I hear his

Enoch.

up. My

know what the conversation is about yet, but I already know

forcing my breathing

voice says-calm, clinical.

most wolves

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah, I

Then the doctor hums. "And

immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw clenched,

after a beat, voice rough.

wolf, too."

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

feeling coils in

but I still

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20 Mar A