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

I beat

"You're free now."

His grip tightens. But I don't hear what

finally swallows

up to

beyond the edge of my consciousness.

open, my throat raw and scratchy, my body like

The scent of herbs and antiseptic clings to the

nose.

room is

then I hear his

Enoch.

up. My

don't even know what the conversation is about yet, but I

my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay steady as

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

most wolves don't survive

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah, I fucking

pause. Then the doctor hums.

I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw

I want," he mutters after a beat, voice rough. "Bond or no

wolf, too."

chuckles. "Good. Then you won't

coils in

but I

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